Wednesday, 25 November 2015


He saw the vultures flying
Around him
And over him
They watch
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

© SylviaChika 2015

Saturday, 21 November 2015


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

© SylviaChika 2015

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My Words

As I lay on my words
I ponder…
My words! My words!
My sweet pillow of comfort
A cushion of lyrics
Showcasing my thoughts
My secrets
My pain
My words speak tales
My experiences…they spice my words
Like meat in a pot, I cook my words
Spicing them up with the right experiences
My experiences…Your experiences
I add emotions to the art of writing
I bleed strong emotions that overwhelm you
Careless words that carry meaning
Caressing your smooth mind like silk
Truth…the incense my words produce
I sometimes camouflage it with jumbled patterns
I leave a footprint in the hearts of my readers
I scratch their curious minds
Leaving my autograph inscribed in the soft depths of their minds
My words are real to me
I taste them before I spit them out
I chew them before the ink flows out
Lies taste better…but lie…I’ll rather not
The truth so bitter…yet I’ll rather delight in its beauty and be satisfied
Peel the scales off the statue of truth
Leave it naked for all to see
Our hearts crave wisdom
But our flesh would rather rejoice in folly
Speak more words to me
Ye tree of truth!
Entice my pen and cause it to bleed
I rejoice in the flow of truth
Nourish my senses and be my muse
I have nothing to speak but words
Words of truth
Words by me
My words! My words!

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Friday, 13 November 2015


He sat on the floor
He was tired of the struggle
The toiling
The hustle
He needed a change
But did nothing but sulk
This had gone on for so long
He felt so alone
Unwilling to tell
Unwilling to ask
He just sat there feeling discouraged

His angel sat there with him
Unemployed and fat
He was waiting
Waiting for his own to make a move
Speak the Word
Give him a task
But he got none
So he just sat there with him
Chewing on muffins
Humming a hymn

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

A Room Full Of Happy People

They put on their party shoes
They cranked up the stereo
They jumped up and down
They were happy
Elated at the news they heard
They sang and sang
They woke up the neighbors
They really didnt care
They were enjoying the moment
They were in no mood to stop
A dance floor
A room full of happy people

She watched them dance
She was in no mood to dance
They stole her spot
Her spot for inspiration
Her perfect writing spot
She wanted to write
She needed to write
But they seemed not to care
She was upset
She needed to let it go
Her head was filled with so many tales
So manyso much inspiration
They just wouldnt go
So she sat in a corner
And she watched

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Sunday, 8 November 2015


They tried to bring Egypt back
They treated them like Israelites in captivity
They were free
But their mindsets kept them in bondage
They ate the lies
And fell for the tricks

They tried to bring Egypt back
They forgot who they were
They sold their rights
They wandered away from the light
They wore shackles
Camouflaged as jewelry

They tried to bring Egypt back
They created a playpen
Threw in toys
But built walls around the pen
Around and around they ran
No exitno doors

They tried to bring Egypt back
Very few saw it coming

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Just got a Liebster Award !

Hello bloggers!

I Just got a Liebster Award !


I have to nominate 11 bloggers for Liebster Blog Awards.

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Thank you  Vaidehi Singh for nominating me!