Sunday, 30 October 2016


Once on a mission
With a map and a vision
But now missing
Life goes on

They sail on
No help
No land
No food

Sailing upon deep waters
Watching the sharks wait patiently
Circling around like hawks watching their prey
On their knees, the soldiers pray

Shaky hands
Hard and cracked lips
Skin covered in blisters
Burnt by the heat from above

Thirsty and hungry
Tempers fly
Desperate hearts
Who would go first?

Or will the sharks dine first
A friend now a potential meal
Or maybe a potential bait
Insanity in abundance

Who is to blame?
“Who wrecked the ship?” they shout
They didn’t deserve this life of pain and shame
Who is to blame!!!

Tempers fly
Fingers pointing
All hell breaks loose
The weak ones cry

Feet thumping hard
The little boat rocks wild
Just as the fists begin to fly
The water gets in

Everyone panics
A reality they dreaded
For three days they dreaded this
Wishing and hoping

But finally the water got in
Sipping in through a shoe-sized hole
Darkness covering every being
Uncertainty shaking their now fragile frame

What was beneath the boat?
Would they join the ship at the bottom?
Were the sharks still waiting?
What would happen?

Who would save them?
Little drops of rain descend upon their skin
Flashes of lightning revealing everything around them
The boat goes down…Water! Water! Water!

A huge wave approaching
Emotions jumbled
To laugh? Or to cry?
No one was certain

Mouths wide open in shock and panic
Taking their very last drink
Relishing the saltiness of the sea
As the wave fiercely approached them

And they drank
And drank!
Forever to be lost at sea 

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
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© 2016 Sylvia Chika

Tuesday, 25 October 2016


Don’t tell me to be calm
Not after years of the palm
Years of running away from your palm
And then I see it coming again
Don’t you dare tell me to be calm!
I am no fool!
Your cup is full!
I’m no longer going to play the victim
Not with all these scars within
It’s been too long
This is not where I belong
Don’t you dare call me names!
Not after years of eating the canes
Your harsh words
Your demeaning words
Your violence
Your insolence
Don’t you dare!
I’m done being afraid
This me you made…
Hell no!
I have to go!
Don’t you dare come after me!
Don’t invite me for tea!
I’m done being your punching bag
Feel free to let your tongue wag
But don’t expect me back
You’ve left your mark
Big scars of sorrow
I won’t let you ruin my tomorrow
So, don’t you dare come after me!
I’m off to build a happier life for me
To be a better me without you

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
BBM Channel: C002F2845
© 2016 Sylvia Chika

Wednesday, 19 October 2016



She was no ordinary girl
But they had no clue
They stepped on her toes
And laughed at her dreams
They called themselves her foes
And moved against her in teams
But they were unaware
So unaware
She was no ordinary girl

He was no ordinary boy
But they had no clue
He was mocked about his talk
Living in a world of dreams and hard work
No one could comprehend his drive
His zeal to thrive
But unaware they were
So unaware
He was no ordinary boy

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
BBM Channel: C002F2845
© 2016 Sylvia Chika

Sunday, 9 October 2016


Oh, snap!
Have I been taking a nap?
Wake up!
Wake up!
It’s almost my birthday
What can I say?!
Another year of great things
Another year of big wins
Another chance to fly high
And bid failure goodbye
It’s almost my birthday!
Some might call it, my cake-day
Oh well!
My story isn’t yours to tell
My King tells it better
His Word is all that matters
Oh yes!
I have a list
My birthday list
Yes…I’m like that
I want a bank account so fat
And lots of gifts so pretty
Yes…I’m like that
So, see you on my cake-day
Sorry…my birthday
Say a prayer of love for me
And thank you for loving me
It’s almost my birthday
I’ll be a year younger…
…not older
I’ll be a year younger tomorrow

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
BBM Channel: C002F2845
© 2016 Sylvia Chika

Sunday, 2 October 2016


She needed a drink
She needed to quench this thirst
The bartenders were nowhere to be found
She had too many dependents
They all looked up to her for everything
The burden was much
But she never complained
She gave
She gave
She gave
She never complained
 She never spoke a word until today
 “I need a drink!” She croaked
Her throat was dry and sore
Her skin was dry and parched
She needed a drink badly
So she prayed
And she waited
Oh! She waited!
A drink for one…or maybe for all
A drink for a minute…or maybe an hour
So, she looked up
She knew they would show up
They always did!
And there they were
As dark as they could possibly be
They were heavy and so beautiful
She could sense the intimacy
It was powerful
They reached out and grabbed each other's hands
They were all so in-love
The bartenders appeared
A perfect sight
They hugged
They kissed
They cried
Tears of joy
The great reunion
She knew her prayers had been answered
She closed her eyes and savored every drop
She opened her pores
She took it all in
The sweet liquid flooded her senses
Oh! What a relief!
Mama Earth was glad once again
She asked
She prayed
And now she drank
The rain washed her thirst away
Mama Earth drank
Yes! She drank!
Drunk and happy she was

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
BBM Channel: C002F2845

© 2016 Sylvia Chika