Of My African Mindset

And when words fail, written words capture it better: Here goes.... Under an empty moonless sky in august In the middle of a dream Tempestuous serenity Oxymoronic calm ate through the darkness Nibbling at remnants of the Fifth Night Coolly, the clock ticking away ‘Twas the second night for a red rose But in the middle of a dream A single line captured What sonnets failed to express

I got this from one of my archived files. Interesting piece I wrote, thought should share: Everytime he calls, I bite a little at my lips, And let the phone ring so that he knows not i was waiting, When he talks, I scratch my head, While my heart beats in bits, Then i swallow, plain empty air And softly talk So that I know not what I say Yesterday we talked, And i stammered a word...I thought I said love, or like, God forbid if i said Fuck And a goodnight wish was passed To which I thought he mumbled "I love you" And I mumbled "I love you too" So he clarified, And I trembled in embarrassment, And swore never to think about him A code too hard than the "cosine of 90"

Am a fan. A huge fan of my mother. Cliche, right? But nop, my mum is one sole soul, I would actually wanna return on earth to be with. She is an amazing woman. I have no clue where she gets the strength to push on from. But I know she must be a bit unique to do so. I have had an amazing life experience. Having lived my life like a cat, nine lives may be an under statement. I have had all the things a woman can(or should). I have been lucky, and blessed I guess. I have seen the best of life, actually had the best in life, and have also lost the best of life. I tend to think of my life as a zipped folder. Archived in a way that only those close can take a glimpse and wonder or maybe disappear. But no, not my mother. She believes there's nothing new on earth. All things that happen have once happened. So nothing is ever new. Bad or good, she has weathered many storms to see me(and my siblings) beat the odds, literally. Being a woman is hard enough as it is. There are many things...