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FADING

The night sea was making its familiar lapping noise. Soft waves crashing, ashore. I sat still with my knees drawn to my chest, toes digging deep into the cold beach sand. Inhaling the scents, I was taken back to a moment in time. I remembered how soothing I once found this position, how the smell of the sea wove its way into my senses enticing me enough to make a playful dance. I danced. A woman in her prime. Just married. In love. I laughed. With all my teeth bared, had thrown my head back  in delight. My screams of pleasure had rent the air. I was naive without fear. Except it had all been an illusion.  There was nothing carefree about me. Romance had illuminated promises. Promises that were easier said than done. And when the going got tough. He hadn't stayed. Life had dealt me a blow. Needing to move, I set off treading footprints into the wet sand  that were eradicated  almost immediately  by the waves.  Just as my marriage...
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SOUL SISTER

Rebecca sent me a letter last year for my birthday that I still haven't recovered from. Here goes: LETTER TO A WARRIOR Hi, I remember the first time I saw you, Cute, funny, a lovelier version of me; You seemed so at peace with yourself, Embracing the weird side stronger than I ever had. You charmed me. Lol, no homo. I got to know you better, your cares, your fears, I even got to see some of your battle scars. They were lovely and reminded me even the prettiest things go through a war. You're the sun rays that meet my eyes on cloudy days. The moon light reflecting on my skin on sad and lonely nights. We may not be as close as we are with other people, but I see you as my better half. Let me tell you a secret; I've wished you were my sister , best friend, a lover even. But even if all we get is the plain "hi's" and "hellos", I'll cherish them and find a room for them in my heart. I want to remind you that although the battles seem long,...

UNTITLED

I took a walk outside the gates of my school tonight. It was refreshing. I knew what my soul craved but I gave it a substitute _lights illuminating darkness. I breathed the ambience and the calm.  I experienced peace from coloured lights shining brightly on the streets. The soothing savour of the air, high-low hoot and hum of cars, dry harmattan air... I enjoyed it all. I had a destination but I didn't get there. I could've but I didn't. Why? I didn't want to go alone. This is a place I haven't gone to for almost two years even though I longed to be there. Why? I've been waiting, trying to fix my time with others and others with mine so I wouldn't have to be there alone. These ‘others’ have left me behind to be there but here I am still maintaining that I don't want to be there alone. From the eyes of others, I'd scoff and mock myself with the full knowledge of how unreasonable _and foolish my decision is. I might have to stop waiting and...

THE SPECTATOR

I usually don't start my poems or spoken words piece with a note or any form of introduction.  With this, I'll make an exception. In every form of the word ‘exception’, this is different from others.  This carries a treasure, one I hope you find. It is RAW and REVEALING. UNHIDDEN and FEELING. I won't be hiding behind masks or pronouns, twisted expressions and distant metaphors. No! I am standing BARE as a newborn about to reach into a not so pretty part of me, unashamedly. Actuely aware of my FLAWS  and HOPEFUL. Hopeful that the the one who is meant to be blessed by this would get it. That these words would reach who it is meant for. Here's to the beginning of, THE SPECTATOR. In His Grace, Itan.

PROTHRONIA

Here I am, again ,  bearing my soul to you. Thank God 2021 is over. Whew! A lot happened.  “It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.” Lamentations 3:22 It's the beginning of a New Year '22. To some, it's just another cycle of three hundred and sixty five days _or six (lol) if it's a leap year. Some see it as a recount of days with no difference in nothing but numbers and scores, not really putting any special significance on January till December and on and on. You know the drill. This doesn't mean they are ungrateful but instead they take life as it goes. Theirs include: Letting go of the past at the end of each twenty-four hours, thirty or thirty one days depending on the count they make because irrespective of what we think, we are always counting.  Taking cognisance of each significant _and insignificant events not putting a special value on another night into a ne...

HARRISON

We spoke for a while And the feeling I got was wild You made me feel nostalgic Like a piece of my past Was within my grasp This isn't supposed to be a romantic write up But whatsoever happens- I guess I'm like others Shallow and selfish But also painfully honest Time didn't give me the chance to get hurt And it sucks Cause it also didn't leave me with memories That'll soothe my craving heart I had a taste of what being with you would've been And I still can't help but think of how "she's" doing I guess my luck is cursed on guys my type Hopefully I won't die searching for the one- For me Funny thing is, we'll end up finding each other. I'm uptight, yeah But I want to be cool for awhile... Harrison, Dear Harrison, The one who made me smile for awhile With the yummy voice  And attractive look The one who served as my muse for sometime With his mature thoughts And understanding demeanor. Harrison, my ...

BLEED

It felt heavy To smile, I mean was more or less herculean Sometimes it came with ease _not quite All potty and pissed on a bad day But cool for 5 hours  at most  on a good day. The heaviness that came with fear. Fear of losing things and people  that shouldn't matter but they did, sadly. And it hurt. It hurt, real bad. “Rip this band-aid and let's get this over and done with.” She yelled with boiling rage at a primal stage. “Spare me the torture of nursing old, stale and painful sores.” Her heart bled torrents.  She cried herself to bed most evenings dreading another long night.  She wasn't who she desired to be.  None ever was. She couldn't pinpoint the source of her pain and it frustrated her. She was certain of one thing though.  She wasn't happy.