Saturday, 22 July 2017


He could hear them
They screamed his name
He shivered
He looked around
He saw no one
He could feel their presence
He could hear them
He cringed
One had a shrill voice
Two whispered
The others were deep groans
It sent shivers down his spine
His eyes were wide open
He looked around in horror
Why was he hearing them?
Where was it coming from?
Where were they hiding?
Why were they calling out his name?
Who were they?
He felt the warm liquid trickle down his legs
His own waste
What was happening to him?
Was it his past?
Was it his sins?
He killed her ten years ago
Why was he being tormented now?
No one knew
He told no one
Who were they?
He heard them chorus his name again
The voices were getting louder
He could feel the goose bumps on his skin
His heart was racing like a wild bull
Everything seemed surreal
But it was really happening!
He panicked
He shivered
He screamed
Hoping to drown their voices with his scream
Everything went quiet
And just when he thought it was over
He heard them again
And closer!
He looked around
And then he saw them
Right in front of him
He froze in fear
He could taste his own fear
It tasted sour and toxic
Immediately, he shut his eyes
And breathed his last
Welcoming death with a warm embrace
What a relief!
Or so he thought

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
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© 2017 Sylvia Chika

Saturday, 1 July 2017


A little love
A little care
A little food
A little of what you have
Just a little to quench this thirst
A little, my dear
I see you complain of that which you have
I hear you complain that it’s not exactly what you want
If only I could have just a little
If only I could sip a little
To quench this thirst
If only I could nibble a little
And quench this probing hunger
If only I could rest a little
Under the mango tree you care not for
If only I could lie down a little
On that bed you hate so dearly
If only I could laugh a little
At the jokes you no longer find funny
If only I could live a little
This life you take for granted
And maybe enjoy a little of this health you don’t even notice you have
Good health I do seek for
To have a little of what you have
To sit under the roof of this house you no longer desire
To hear your little ones babble and laugh
This you no longer have time for
I hear them ask for you every day
But you are never around
If only you could see
Truly open your eyes
And notice how fast the clock ticks
Not slow
Every second you lament
You lose a moment
A moment you shouldn’t have lost
You lose a moment to give thanks
A moment to laugh a little
A moment to live a little
If only you can hear the clock
Truly hear the clock tell the time
Oh, it speaks!
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock
Time goes. . . Time goes
Open your eyes, precious one
See how fast the clock ticks
It speaks!
Smile more
Love more
Laugh more
Live more
Love some more
Live some more
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock

By Sylvia Chika
Instagram: @sylviachikawrites
BBM Channel: C002F2845

© 2017 Sylvia Chika