A PLACE TO LAY MY HEAD

Drip! Drip!

Knock! Knock!

"Who’s there?"

Me here

Open the door!

"Why?"

Why not?

“Tell me…Why?”

“What if …

…you are the man that slays another?”

I’m not!

I’m hurt!

It’s raining!

It’s pouring!

I need to rest!

Please just open the door…

…So I may lay my drooping head

“Oh no!”

“No No!”

“I know you not”

“But on my pavement you may lay…”

“You may lay your head there…

…For a little while”

But why?

I sigh

I sob

I’m hurting deep

I need

I really need…

...A place…I plead

A place to lay my head

“Be gone!”

“Go away stranger!”

“Go away!”

“To the hay”

“And make a bed”

“My home”

“This dwelling of mine”

“This home is closed”

“So you can’t rest here”

I sigh

I cry

But you don’t budge

And still…

…I need…

…A place…

…To lay…

My head!

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2012

HELPLESSLY IN-LOVE

Find me

Search for me

Or should I search for you?

Chase me

Woo me

Let me see you soon

Sweep me

Off my feet

This love is just too sweet

Unending

Unchanging

I know you feel it too

I blush

When you brush

Your gentle fingers on my cheeks

I sway

This way

To your enchanting kiss

Let’s dance

My prince

Let’s get lost in this trance

Helplessly

In-love

Your love has weakened me

By Sylvia Chika

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LITTLE FLY OF BLOOD

Above my bed so high

Zzz…zzz…zzz

It hovers and it hums

Close to my sleeping ears

It sings the song I hate

Oh what such fate!

I really dread this music it makes

Excitedly it sings

Joyfully it stings

This little fly of blood

It hides in the bushes

And follows your sweet perfume

You clap and dance

It flies and flies

But yet it still escapes

It’s time to have a bath

And on my tiled wall it rests

Triumphantly I hit

Painfully I fall

You bloody fly of blood!

Oh why why why!

My swollen bandaged head

It comes again

And yet I stare

My lesson has been learned

By Sylvia Chika

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Mr & Mrs Right

Speak to me

You handsome man of love

Tell me things

Your pleasant words of love

Make me stay

Make me fall in-love again

Dance with me in the rain

Oh my Mr Right!

We’ve known each other for years

We’ve been through thick and thin

And all my fears

We’ve shared and chased away

Your loyalty

So scarce and rare

You’ve been my friend

You are my Mr Right!

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My chaste damsel

The princess of my heart

This love we have

From you I’ll never part

You are the best

My sweet cushion of rest

A queen you are

You are my Mrs Right!

I feel so proud

Envied by all my kin

I walk so proud

With shoulders lifted high

A friend you’ve been

With patience I’ve never seen

Forever in my heart

You’ll be my Mrs Right!

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2012

The exit of a bad leader in Janikish

I

t felt like the beginning of the end as the results of the elections were announced. The sound of jubilation and relief filled the air as the natives ran out of their houses and to the streets. Loud music played from old stereos of the taxis parked at the roadside and the indigenes of the land danced rythmlessly to the music from the stereos.

The youths of the land ran out of their favourite local bars and drinking corners to the billboards nearby, mockingly dancing and screaming at the face of the man on the billboard. The face that brought them tears and sorrow. The face that intimidated the people rather than protect them. This was the King of Janikish town.

As the newscaster concluded the news, some excited youths made caricatures on the campaign posters of the man that fuelled their anger while some youths tore-up the campaign posters on the walls nearby.

The chaos was a happy one. Free drinks were given to the regular customers of bars and they chanted a victory song as they emptied their beer mugs.

Children ran on the streets with torn pieces of the campaign posters on their foreheads. They laughed joyfully at the men that danced on the streets and their mothers watched from the balcony of their homes. Old women joined in the chant with tears of joy in their eyes.

Certainly, there were a few groups of individuals who stood and watched the chaos with a look of disappointment. The man that bribed them and helped feed their families was no longer in power. These were the traitors in the land of Janikish. They helped empty the town’s treasury and imposed laws that hurt the Janikish people. These set of individuals hid in their homes when the results were announced and some of the powerful ones amongst them were still converged at the King’s palace. Their countenance certainly did not stop the celebration which had gotten more intense.

The famous entertainment centre in the town had declared its bar open for free drinks for a duration of two days. This entertainment centre known as, “Funiquor” is till date the largest drinking spot in Janikish. It attracts a large amount of tourists and is a very beautiful place most especially at night. A lot of activities go on in Funiquor at night such as comedy shows, music shows and a lot of dancing. The skimpily clad makossa dancers shake their slim waist to high life music each night to entertain the customers.

As the news of “Free Drinks! All Fun” at Funiquor spread across the land, people rushed to the entertainment centre to celebrate the exit of a bad leader and the entrance of the new King who was “the King of the people”.

This was their chosen leader. The man they voted for. The man the people loved. The man they wanted. He built boreholes in the town and had provided electricity for the people of Janikish. He provided free education for their children. He always wore a smile on his face and was ever ready to support any project that was beneficial to the Janikish people. He was to them, the great son of the soil.

The celebration of the exit of political imprisonment created unity amongst the people of Janikish town and brought merry to the land. They all kept their glasses filled for as long as they could and the celebration went on for days. This was a celebration of good things to come. It was a celebration of a new dawn for Janikish.

- By Sylvia Chika

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Kindness!

Kindness is an act!

It is an act straight from the heart

If it is not from the heart then it is staged

Staged and very false

Not worthy of its reward

Kindness is a beautiful act!

… Like planting a seed in good soil

And watching the seed blossom

Blossom into an amazing tree

Its fruits are even more beautiful than the act itself

Kindness is an act from one heart to another life

From a beautiful life to a needy heart

It is a perfect gift!

It never removes anything from the giver

Rather it increases the giver’s harvest

Kindness is an expression of love

It phases out sorrow

And brings light into the life of the receiver

A smile that heals

An act of love

Kindness is a virtue!

'Without kindness there’ll be wickedness…so much!

“Oh Lord, please make men see reason to be kind to one another…

Soften their hearts and let them see reason to show love to one another”

For kindness yields peace

By Sylvia Chika

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How beautiful the night is!

How beautiful the night is!

Quiet yet filled with music

Music from big and little creatures

Music from far and near

But distance doesn't really matter

For every sound is heard at night

The crickets sleep not

They chirp and make sweet night sounds

Music of the night

All sounds are tuned up at night

Loud enough for all to hear

Musical solace it is

The huge creatures lay in their beds

They snore musically

How different they sound asleep

The strongest of men unconscious

How fragile they look!

Unperturbed by their worries

As the music of the night calms their restless hearts

How beautiful the night really is

The moon glows above the earth

Illuminating its stunning nature

Encouraging the beautiful stars to shine

Oh how beautiful the night is!

How sweet the earth sleeps!

By Sylvia Chika Ozoemena

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