Monday 28 September 2015

Deceived




A seed sown
A seed sown in the wrong soil
A belly swollen
A child in the wrong womb
He made a mistake
More than once
Night after night after night
A series of mistakes
No excuse was worthy
He sowed wrongly
He betrayed his only
He created life with another

She was the other woman
He lied to her
He wooed her with honey
He pampered her with money
She fell for his charm
He lured her into his den
Then she found out it was a scam
But it was too late
She was with child
She was torn by her mistakes
Another being in the picture
His seed…their seed

She believed her husband
He kept late nights
He seemed to be working so hard
She wanted to complain
But who wants a nagging wife
So she loved him still
Despite his late nights
And cold tales
He was her husband
A man of integrity
A man she loved so deep
Her loving husband

By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015



Tuesday 22 September 2015

My Fish



He wanted my fish
I objected
He asked again
I refused
He pleaded
I said “No!”
“Why take my fish?”
I had a better deal to offer
I made the offer
He wasn’t interested
He wanted my fish
I tried to persuade him
“Let me show you the lake…
You can catch a million fishes there…
You can eat and still be rich” I said to him
He shrugged
Rolled his ignorant eyes at me
And stretched out his hand to grab my fish
I was amazed at his foolishness
Why take my fish?
Just to put it in a dish?
Why not seize the opportunity and catch a million fishes
Sell them
Make some money
Fill your empty purse
And go catch some more
Why dwell in a moment
And forsake a bright future
Why beg me for one
When you can lend me a thousand and one
Why bask in poverty
When you can swim in riches
The mindset of an ignorant man
I gave him my fish
And watched him stroll away in joy
Like a child with a new toy
What a pity!
Where ignorance abounds
So does poverty dwell



By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015

Monday 14 September 2015

DARK AND LIGHT



It used to be plain black
Dark and simple
Plain and so bland
No beauty
Just simplicity unpretty
I knew it for so long
I accepted it for what it was
Not knowing any better
I assumed it was normal
I was so ignorant
Ignorance hid me in the dark
Ignorance gave me one option
Just one
But truth gave me more options
So many
I sat in the dark for too long
I survived the torture of its deafening sight
I knew no better
Years of darkness and ignorance
What a waste of good time!
I sat in the darkness until the truth came
I saw the light destroy the darkness
It stung my eyes
It seemed so abnormal
I had never seen such beauty
It formed a pretty pattern
Piercing through the darkness
It won the battle
I saw light defeat darkness
I could now see beauty all around me
Life was truly beautiful
I could see my options
It was so beautiful
I could move around
I could have a destination
I could see beauty all around me
I could do anything
I could be a better person
I could call the non-existent into existence
I could move mountains
I could run
The light revealed the truth
Life isn’t so uninteresting and unpretty
Life is pretty!
Life is beautiful!
Too many wasted years
I dropped the shackles of ignorance
I will seek knowledge
I will dwell in the home of wisdom
I will explore the good
I will live life
I will relish it
I will be all I can be
I will exceed expectations
I will live life well
I will live life good
I will dwell in the light
Forever I will


By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 9 September 2015

NONE FOR SALE



I went to the market
But found it not
traveled far
Visited other markets
But saw it not
It wasn’t up for sale
No one sold it
Why?
I knocked on doors
Said hello
Requested to purchase it
They threw bricks at me
They called me a fool
I really did try
But no one sold it
No one had a spare to give
Each one
His own
No spare
To give
I went back home
I watched her young eyes close
She was just too young
Too precious to me
I offered to give her mine
The doctors wouldn’t budge
I watched the color leave her pretty face
She struggled to keep hers
But it was slipping away
She was losing it
I tried to help her
I wanted to help her
Somebody help her!
No one was selling
No life for sale

By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015


Friday 4 September 2015

Away with the bottles




Away with the bottles
Keep them away from me
No need to drown my pains
I want no more
I stagger in shame
I’ve lost my fame
The stench of booze
They all shout “BOO”


Toss the bottles into the bin
But empty them first in the rain
Move me away from its tempting stench
Guide me as I stagger to the bench
My balance I’ve lost
This tale I caused
Red freckles, goose bumps
General weakness, oh my!


Days of nausea
Nights of stench
Fills my every sense
Too many bottles I’ve bought
And now my wallet is empty
I am a debtor to plenty
Horrible dreams
Lord, help me please


Don’t judge me too soon
I’m ashamed of me too
From this day forward
Away with the bottles
I need me a future
A wife and kids in the picture
So keep your pity and scorn
I’ll live a life brand new


By Sylvia Chika
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Wednesday 2 September 2015

A CHOICE



To choose one and reject the other
To place one above the other
To prioritize one and forget the other
To leave one crowned and cast one crown
To pick a favorite and loathe the other
To bless one and curse the other
To praise one and criticize the other
To love one and hate the other
To adore one and despise the other
To have two options but only one choice
A day, a choice
An hour, a choice
A minute, a choice
A second, a choice
You ought to make a choice
Choose wisely!

By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015