Friday 11 January 2013

GLASS IN WATER





I am glass
Your love is my water
It submerges my heart
I drown
I can’t sip it
I can only swallow it
Gulp! Gulp!
It surrounds my every being
I’m helplessly drowning
I wish I could float
But I’m sinking
I’m so scared I’ll bloat
The clear blue waters of this love is intriguing
They say love is blind but I can see
I see blue
I see you
I can see through
It is oh so beautiful!
Your touch is so warm unlike the temperature of your love
Your touch…Your love
You are like two separate beings
But from one loving soul
You emit different flavours
Different traits
Different colours
Your love leaves me uncertain
Sometimes I get confused
Yet I still love you
I still get intoxicated
I still drown
Sinking daily
Losing control of me
Drowning deeper
Not seeing the ground
Teach me to thread carefully
Teach me to swim
Teach me not to break
Cos my being is made of glass
And once I hit the ground
I’ll shatter
I’m the glass in your water


By Sylvia Chika
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TORTURE IN A CONFERENCE ROOM






Parables
Idioms
Sayings
Boring sermon
Words! Words! Words!
The illiterate in me screamed in frustration
“If you have something to say to us, just say it already!”
I didn’t see the point of all these long meetings
The air was hot
The windows were shut
The air-conditioning system was broken
The conference room was stuffy
My colleagues were yawning
Most were battling with perspiration
Others were biting their already harvested fingernails
The speaker was relentless
He just kept going on and on and on
Unaware of what his lecture was doing to them
He was committed to his speech
Intoxicated by his own words
Bathing them with his steady spray of saliva
“Could someone make it stop please!”
“Could someone zip “its” mouth and tie “it” to a chair?”
Something should be done about his rattling
Something should be done soon!
Else I was sure someone would go crazy
His shriek voice was now getting increasingly frustrating
He even laughed at his own dry jokes
They just kept staring
Patiently waiting for when those lips would stop moving
This was no longer a regular meeting
It was now a gathering for torture
The long speech
The boring talk
The dry jokes were enough to make one commit suicide
Ok maybe not suicide per se…hehehe
But I was daydreaming about tossing a chair at the lecturer
And every time he laughed at his dry jokes
I was tempted to throw my pen into his mouth
The sight of him choking on a pen would be so hilarious
I was certain that everyone who was asleep would wake up to laugh at the drama
At this point I decided to end this torture
I had practiced this at home
So I was certain it would work
I gently moved my laptop away from me
Adjusted my neck tie
Rolled my eyes until all I could see was a blurred haze
And then I started jerking until I fell flat on the cold floor



By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013

YOU GOT THE WRONG GIRL!




Did I ever promise to love you?
Did I say I was in love with you?
Did I promise you forever?
Did you imagine me damaging my pretty curves to give you kids?
Did I mention moving in with you?
Did I say I couldn’t live without you?
Baby, that’s just crazy talk!
I must have been high on something expensive and rare
Or you must be hallucinating
Do you see “crazy” written on my forehead?
Do you see steam oozing out of my afro curls?
I really advice that you to get your head checked
Or ask a doctor to get your ears cleaned
Grab a thermometer for that fever of yours
I heard you got the flu
Keep your distance when you blab your gibberish
I don’t have time for your psychotic drama
I’m stepping
And please you are not allowed to stalk me
You got the wrong girl!




By Sylvia Chika
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THE CRANKY OLD LADY AT CHRISTMAS






Fire crackers activated
Dogs howl from near-by houses
The night is electrified and merry
Kids run around in their red and white hats
Adults stand in pairs as they watch the fireworks light up the sky
All seemed hearty and electrified
But it wasn’t so for the little old lady in the blue house
The sounds seemed to irritate her ears
The lights seemed to disturb her once peaceful slumber
She felt no need to celebrate
Her family was nowhere around her
The little food in her kitchen was contaminated by rodents
Her house was so dirty and dusty
And the springs in her bed derived joy in poking her wrinkled back
This was no celebration for her
She was pissed and annoyed
The love of her life had gone to the other side
And she was left to face this memorable day in the Christian calendar all alone
She couldn’t take it anymore
She hurriedly staggered towards the door
The chaos outside her home was enough to drive her crazy
It was just 12 am and the whole street was like a war zone
A battle of idiots!
Christmas intoxicated fools!
She quickly ran into the house to pick up the one gift her husband left behind
Cork! Cork!
And then…
POP!
The first shot seemed to go unheard
POP!
The second shot caused a little silence
POP! POP!
The third and fourth shot caused chaos
She smiled to herself
The Christmas was getting interesting
POP!
The fifth shot forced everyone to run into their homes
She laughed hysterically and slipped back into her house
She felt so proud of herself
The night was still so young
She laid back on her bed and covered her frail figure with a wool blanket
Her eyelids were now so heavy
She was in a jolly mood
Oh what bliss!
She closed her tired eyes and journeyed to the world of dreams and peace
This felt good
No firecrackers, no fireworks, no lights, no noise
This was the best Christmas ever!




By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2013