Friday, 26 July 2013


Build a tree before you die
Plant a house for shelter and joy
Sleep and live a good life
Wake up, your body needs it

Open your doors
Lock your heart to love
Scream, life is short
Relax, it can be therapeutic

Sing words
Mix crazy songs
The solution is before you
The truth, you will find

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2013


Cracked is the word
So broken…fractured…split….damaged maybe
So defiled by pressure, age…whatever!
Cracked cracked and….cracked
Everything around me looked cracked!
I got tired of using that word
It was so irritating
So I screamed so loud
So loud for so long until my voice lost its melody
Yes, my voice cracked!
So funny…I’m using the word again
The word “crack” got me mad until my voice cracked
Now I’m trying to stay away from crack
What a joke!
I've never had crack!
I’m just trying to amuse my pen
Hehe…it is cracking me up
I’m so cracked!

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2013


Don’t judge until you've lived…
Don’t assume until you know the true story
Don’t conclude until you've walked the journey
Don’t claim perfection, you are not God
Be careful how you talk
Words are powerful
The wrong words can cause an earthquake of emotions
Don’t judge until you've lived the life of the scrutinized
Don’t be mean to your neighbor
Love your neighbor
Don’t play the role of a judge
Leave judgement to God
Don’t avenge evil
Why kill a person you didn't create
What is the point...?
Condemn the act and not the person
Correct the mind-set if you can
A wrong picture can kill the beauty of a living room
Take down the picture rather than burn down the house
Save a life
Save a future
Make our world prettier
Don’t judge until you've lived the life of the condemned

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2013

Saturday, 13 July 2013


Shoes in disarray
Dirty socks in unwanted places
Tie on the table
She cringes
He smiles sheepishly
Unaware of her pain
Her anger
Her disappointment
Unaware he was
Ignorant of the imaginary ants on her skin
The reaction to his disorganized lifestyle
She speaks
A cry unheard…with a voice inaudible
The silence was heated
A dangerous calm
Chaos within her being
A silly kiss hits her heated face
He really was unaware
She too was tired
Homely chores awaited her
But she needed to lay her head upon the soft pillows
To lay beside her mate
Her feet were itchy
But duty called
She sighed as she carried her fatigued being to the kitchen

Sleep deprived
He walks into his home
And straight to the bedroom
In search of solace
Craving for food and peace
Tie on the dressing table
Shoes littered here and there
Socks free in the air
Up! Up! Up they went!
And then like a plane descending the earth, they land safely on the floor
The thunderous sound of hunger in his belly
He was drained
A terrible day it was
Too many meetings and unwanted confrontations
On the bed he dumped his weight
Expecting food and love from his darling mate
She approaches him
A look of…
A look of…hmmmm
A look he couldn’t decode
He offers a smile
And blows a kiss
Just before he slips into the arms of darkness and peace
He was home alas!

By Sylvia Chika


I blamed her for the dirt on my white shoes
My sparkling Shoes of Honor
I loved my shoes
They were my very best
They meant a lot to me
I cherished my white shoes
Comfort for my feet
A boat sailing on land
My white shoes treaded a lot of smooth roads
I faced a lot challenges with these shoes
So white
So pure
And then she caused me to dirty my shoes
I followed her lead
Oh my white shoes!
My Shoes of Honor and grace
I followed wrong
I did wrong
I flawed my innocence
I made a mistake
A mistake that left a stain
An unerasable stain
And now my white shoes are stained
I wept so hard
The tears dropped on my white shoes
But still my white shoes still had the stain
As I sobbed quietly
It hit me hard
I caused it all
She wasn’t at fault
I stepped into the mud
I soiled my own footwear
I caused the mistake
I am responsible for my own actions
I had an option
I could have said “No!”
I could have fled
Fleeing with my white shoes
Fleeing far from the pretty claws
I could have saved my Shoes of Honor
My shoes
My white shoes would have be unstained
Pure and white
Unblemished by a decision so wrong

By Sylvia Chika