Sunday 27 December 2015

I HAVE A PLAN



So you try to convince me
.you tell me to make some space
To move at His pace
To slow down
To unclutter
To unwind
To be less busy
And reprioritize
But I have a plan
I’m a man
I know what I want
Where I want to be in ten years
Unlike my peers
I have a plan
I’m working hard
That’s not bad
They spill tears
They are too scared to face their fears
But I’m better than them
I’m a realist
I’ve got it all figured out
I’m learned
I’ve read all the books
I’m prepared
I don’t have room for what you ask for
Faith?!
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Faith can’t determine my fate
Wake up!
Smell the coffee!
I don’t have time for all this
I’m a realist
I live in the real world
Get your head out of the clouds
I laugh so hard


So you tried to convince me
.you told me to make some space
To move at His pace
To slow down
To unclutter
To unwind
To be less busy
And reprioritize
But I had a plan
I refused to listen
I never asked what He wanted
I never found out what His will is
I mocked you
I had a plan
I worked hard
Now I’m aged and weak
With so much free time on my hands
I feel empty
I know something is missing
And I know what it is
I thought I had it all figured out
I was foolish
I never read your book
I relished the chaos of a selfish life
Now I have no wife
No kids
Just me
I’m on my knees
I need you!
I seek you!
Help me Lord!
I’m sorry!
I accept you!
I have so much time for you now!
Use me!


By Sylvia Chika
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Tuesday 22 December 2015

WHAT DO YOU SEE?




Tell me,
“What do you see?”

I see beauty
You see ugliness
I see opportunities
You see challenges
I see peace
You see chaos
I see gratitude
You see ingratitude
I see grace
You see penalty
I see humility
You see pride
I see love
You see hatred
I see wealth
You see poverty
I see health
You see sickness
I see abundance
You see lack
I see doors
You see walls
I see good things
You see bad things
It’s all in your mind
Open your eyes
Take another look
WHAT DO YOU SEE?



By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 16 December 2015

SO LITTLE TO SHARE



She had so little
Bread crumbs here and there
Few coins
One lamp for warmth
Few clothes
One pair of shoes
A pack of sour juice
A can of stale cookies
Some honey in an old wine bottle
A jerry can of water
It was Christmas
The season to be jolly
The season of love
She had created a meal schedule
Five cookies per day
But she saw them out there in the cold
The little ones
They looked so lost
Poor little kids
Kids begging in the cold
Her heart went out to them
She shed a few tears
She couldnt bear it anymore
She gathered the bread crumbs
Her can of cookies
Some water
Her cherished pack of juice
And an old quilt
She put them in an old shiny paper bag
And off she went
Out in the cold
With a heart filled with love
A paper bag of goodies
And an old quilt
She handed them over to the little ones
They smiled so sweetly
Bear hugs
Tears of gratitude
Off they went
Their little feet
Shuffling
Gathering momentum
Off they went
Out in the cold
To a destination unknown
With a smile of contentment
She went back home
Back to her old house
Alone with little or no food
Just a lamp for warmth
A jerry can of water for thirst
Some honey
And a smile on her face
She knew she had nothing now
But she was glad they had something now
No hope lost
Shoes under her bed
She cuddled under her old wrapper
And listened to the carols play in her head


By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 9 December 2015

THEY TRIED TO SLAUGHTER THE CUB




They tried to slaughter the cub
They sharpened their knives
They plotted
They laughed
They cast lots
They played a stupid game to determine its fate
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion guarding the cub



They tried to slaughter the cub
They hated its guts
They called it proud
They assumed it was weak
They thought it walked alone
They ignored “the shadow”
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion observing it all



They tried to slaughter the cub
They were blinded by their hatred
They despised it
They wanted it dead
They wanted it gone
They approached the cub
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion waiting



They tried to slaughter the cub
They signed their death warrant
They approved their own execution
The cub was unaware of the massacre
The lion erased their existence
The hedge remained unbroken
They tried to slaughter the cub
They didn’t see the lion waiting



By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 2 December 2015

CRAZY THOUGHTS

I have a long list
A list that should lead to a wedding feast
I’ve search in lands so arid
In a bid to get married
I’ve met so many
So vain and so dandy
They all thought they were charming
With funny names such as
Hotas
Vochas
Jokas
And Jackass
What an interesting journey so far!
I sometimes end up in a spa
Just to talk to the little people in my head


Oh please don’t judge me!
I’ve really really tried
I’ve even sort a Psychologist
Or was he a Psychiatrist?
He had a silly fee
A costly little quack!
He listened to my words
He said I was crazy
And with a tiny little voice
He said he’ll put me on a pill
Oh please!
Who cares!
For I was still on a mission
Unfulfilled was my vision
And my goal was yet unachieved


Beautiful and prime
And in my fourth decade
Young at heart
They said I had little time…
Just the other day
A strand of grey hair I found
Or maybe it was simply hay
Crazy crazy thoughts
My psychiatrist must be right
I think I’m going nuts
What? Nuts?
Not!
I really do not care
For this earth I shall walk
Until I find my mate


By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 25 November 2015

VULTURES





He saw the vultures flying
Around him
And over him
They watch
Gazed
Mocked
Onetwothree
Vultures here
Vultures there
The vultures watched
They tried to tie him down with silly rituals
The kings and priests of tradition
He talked about his dreams
His vision
His goals
They laughed at him
They poked his head
They wished he him dead
An object of ridicule
Underrated and scorned
He asked for help
No one reached out
A pout here
A shove there
He was hurt
But not discouraged
For he knew who he was
But no one saw it
Sack on his back
He started his journey
Ignoring comfort
Seeking his first brick
The brick for his building
The empire he saw in his dreams
He spread the word
He sort for help
No one reached out
Like the echo of a gong
His words were loud and clear
He was determined
He struck hard
But found no gold
This was beginning to get old
Pained and sad
He fell to his knees
A little prayer
A moment of praise
He got back on his feet
He struck again
But no gold insight
It seemed like it was all in vain
The rains came
He took cover
The sun shined
He resumed his labor
Another strike
The ground was soft
So soft and moist
Easy to dig
He dug deeper
Digging without mercy
The darkness crept in
He felt sad and disappointed
And then he saw it
It was beautiful
It was there
Step one was done
Time flew by
His empire in sight
His future so bright
Trade here
Trade there
A merchant he became
The coins abundant
Clothes of silk
Houses and estates
Bricks upon bricks
His empire fully established
The vultures reappeared
The news was everywhere
The old him disappeared
The new man shining so bright
They watched
They whispered
Their faces covered in shame
He no longer cared
Their presence hurt him not
A dream of years ago
Now an empire on the rock


By Sylvia Chika
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Saturday 21 November 2015

HE CREATED A MONSTER



He created a monster
Once a lady
Now a monster
With every strike
She grew claws
With every blow
She grew scales
With every lash
She sharpened her teeth
He created a monster
He made a mistake
Several mistakes
Now he was afraid
Her silence was deadly
She stood before him
He saw her not
His wife was gone
The monster he had created frightened him
Every teardrop held a million plots
He knew this
She was no longer who she used to be
He had created a monster
The consequences burned like hot coal
He had created a monster

Till death do them part


By Sylvia Chika
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