Friday, 30 October 2015


Cast me not away
Ye gentle soul, my love
Lead me to the beach
Where our love began and bloomed
Cradle my fragile wrists
In your strong and loving grip
Call me yours again
Bid me to you and I shall yield
Few hours to the vow
To be yours and only yours

I long to see you so
I long to hear you coo my name
Upon my pillows I lay
With tender thoughts of you and me
Uncountable wishes
My gentle heart
I melt into my satin sheets
A man for me
A bride to be
My wishes never end

Alas, I hear of your trip back to town
My finest dress of lace I wear
Fingers groomed
Hair tamed
A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away
I lean against my window so
Knowing my gate shall be your path
I wave my hands
You smile so bright
And then the story continues to roll

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Thursday, 29 October 2015


To be strong for so long
To camouflage your true feelings
To wipe the tears away
To force the pain to fade away
To lose your best friend
To be nursed by experiences
To lose trust for those around you
To be suspicious of love
To live in terror

To be homeless
To flee from violence
To be abused
To be mistreated
To be scarred by the one you love
To hide from the beatings
To be rescued from the drama
To be misunderstood
And guarded by uncertainty

To find comfort once more
To know what it feels like to be safe again
To be loved and cared for
To eat and be satisfied
To look back at your past and be grateful
To be thankful for all you have
To know plenty
To give plenty
To be loved and cared for

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Wednesday, 28 October 2015


Who am I?
I’m a writer
I write because I love to write
I’ve been doing this for a while now
It has changed my life
I write
Oh yes, I write
And you being patient
You visit my blog
And you read
You read every single thought
Every single imagination
Sometimes my experiences
Sometimes the experiences of others
You do this
Over and over again
I’m grateful
You also share my work
You share the beautiful art I create
God bless you
I just want to say thank you
Thank you for the support
Thank you for the love
It might seem little to some
But it means so much to me
So I say thank you
Thank you for the views
Thank you for the comments
Thank you for the shares
Thank you for the broadcast messages
Thank you for the retweets
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
May God bless you!
Have a great day!

-Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Give Me a Chance

Give me eyes
Eyes and the gift of sight
Give me another chance
A chance to glance
And behold the beauty of the earth

Give me ears
Ears and the gift of hearing
Give me another chance
A chance to hear sounds
The sound of your laughter with no bounds

Give me hands
Hands and the privileged to hold
Give me a chance to carry my child and be bold
A chance to rock my pretty one to sleep
Cause me not to weep

Give me legs
Legs and room to walk
To jump as I talk
Give me another chance and I’ll be grateful
And forever I will be faithful

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Thursday, 22 October 2015

A Little Nap

A little sleep
Just a little nap
I will awake with a light tap
But the question is,
“Who will...?”
For I am here alone
Alone and tired
Exhausted and drained
Drained to the bone
My feet hurt
My back feels stiff
I’ve been on this all night
All day
Thirty-six hours
Few stops
No breaks
No naps
Just on and on I go
A few seconds of peace wouldn’t hurt anyone
Just a little nap
There is no car ahead
And no car behind
It shall be quick
Just a little nap to clear my head
My eyes are heavy
I need to give them a break
I can’t win this fight
I need to give in
My fingers are too tired to move
I know I shouldn’t
But I think I should
I’ve been driving for too long
A little nap please
“Be quiet!”
“Let me sleep!”
The voices in my head sing
They accuse me of doing wrong
There is no need to worry
There is no one ahead
There is no one behind
A little nap
I can’t keep these eyes open any longer
I can’t help it
I’m sorry

I feel a tap on my shoulder
I look up
A doctor says, “Hi”

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Sunday, 18 October 2015


It doesn’t have to be perfect
It just has to serve its purpose
At the appointed time
It will serve its purpose
Though it be scarred
It will be beautiful
Though it be lost
It will be found
Though it be young
It will be mature
Though it be budding
It will yield fruit
Though she be called barren
She will be with child
Thou it be dry land
It shall bring forth water
Everything happens at the right time
He makes no mistakes
He needs no help
He answers to no one
His existence is our hope

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Thursday, 15 October 2015


How do I tell you?
How do I say the truth?
Can you choose the words for me?
How will you react?
What will they think?
How hard will you cry?
Why does it have to be this way?
How do I tell you?

How could I live a lie for so long?
Why did you force me to say the words?
Why couldn’t you see the truth?
Why did you make me lie?
How could I have believed my lie?
How did I survive this relationship?
Why did I have to hurt you so bad?
Why did you trust me?

How did I keep this a secret?
How did I masquerade it?
What kind of person am I?
Why did you have to fall prey?
Why did I choose you?
How can I tell you the truth?
How do I tell you, “I don’t love you”?
How do I tell you after all these years?

By Sylvia Chika
Twitter: @sylviaoz

© SylviaChika 2015

Monday, 12 October 2015


Inspired by a true story…

He needed help
He was too pained to cry out for help
A pool of blood
He laid in
His blood
Bruised skin
Broken legs
Torn laps
Damaged bike
They watched
All stood in horror
They took out their phones
He groaned as the camera flash hit his eyes
He couldn’t speak the words in his heart
His tongue was swollen
He needed help
They didn’t move to help
They took more photos
They talked about the scene before them
Weighing and judging
Playing God
Not offering any form of help
He really didn’t want to die
At least not this way
They stood there
Busy with their smartphones
One moved to help
Little little lad
An elderly lady stopped the little lad
She yelled at him
The little lad cried
He really didn’t want to die this way
He was losing blood
His heart was beating so fast
His skin was torn
His legs…he couldn’t move
His eyes began to close
And then he heard the siren
It brought him no relief
He was too tired to care
So many hands to help
But no love no care
No one wanted their hands soiled
They chose their gadgets over his life
                                                               He couldn’t care any less                                                          
The siren brought him no joy
But he wanted to live
So he struggled to keep his eyes open

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Wednesday, 7 October 2015


This poem is for you Mama…

Ten years gone
Ten years without you
The vacuum remains
She left
He left
The picture changed forever
I no longer see your face
You’ve been gone for too long
Ten years I’ve missed your voice
Your wisdom
Your care
No one can be you
Your warm hugs
Your soothing voice
Your musical laugh when I tell a joke
The tear that slips from one eye when you laugh so hard
I’ve missed you for ten years!
Ten years ago…I still remember
How fast time flies
How strong memories remain
Woman of valor
Woman of peace
Woman of strength
Woman of service
Woman of humility
Woman of kindness
Woman of generosity
Meek and patient
Mother and friend
I’ve missed you for ten years
Ten years gone and I’m still counting

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015