I’ll Quote You

This cup of misfortune
Let it pass over me
But if my luck runs out
And I have to bear the sight
Of you lowered into the ground
My love, I’ll quote you

Your lines map the intricate web of my skin
Every word you ever spoke to me
Found a dwelling place in the veins of my heart
I still draw breath
From the unspoken thoughts we let linger in our air
So when you’re gone
My love, I’ll quote you

When there’s a chill in the void you left behind
My love, I’ll quote you
I’ll wrap your verses around me
They’ll keep me warm like your arms once did
And when the maidens in the quarter ask
“Where is your lover?”
My words will surely fail me
So my love, I’ll quote you

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nature goddess

i leave

little yellow petals

in my wake

when i walk

and

when i dance

the grass gets

a little greener

at the touch of

the soles of my feet

 

the dawn of your day

is a little brighter

when i call your name

i am the flush in your cheeks and

the dimple in your smile

 

born of the rising sun

i light up your world

in the darkest of times and

when my nightingale sings

you won’t need to cry

 

my cloud of hair is

the softest there is

so lay your head there and

let your worries leave

 

have your fill of me and

let my body be your party

touch my skin and

admire the intricate patterns

the silk butterflies print on me

 

make your nest in me

in my warm, tender heart

sow your love in me

and nurture it with care

place your hand in mine

and let’s design

a life with me

Old Bones & Old Boots

She wiped her sweaty face with her fist and sniffled. No, she wasn’t crying. She never could. She was just mentally preparing herself for the second part of that afternoon’s ring time. Sena raised her water bottle to her head and drank – three audible gulps. Her mother wouldn’t be proud of her ‘unladylike’ behaviour. But then again if she had no say in what her father was doing to her, she sure as hell could have no say in how she drinks her water.

Sena opened the tap and splashed some cool water on her face. Lifting her head, she caught a glance of her kpemkpeshi hair and the unfazed expression on her round face. ‘Ok. It’s go time’, she pumped herself up. She slipped her trained hands into the gloves and bumped her fists together.

Mr. Darko saw her come out of the bathroom and motioned her towards the ring. He was happy she had beat Naana, but to him, that was no real challenge – merely a warmup. If Sena beat Jessica, the region’s best female boxer, now, that would really show what she was made of. It would also prove him to be the best trainer in the region, as if he didn’t think so already. He looked at his daughter, at how beautifully strong her calves looked in her shorts. He was proud she was taking after him. He’d nearly made it to nationals in his heydays, till his knee gave way, that is.

Sena’s tired old boots let two squeaks escape as she shuffled quickly backwards, disarming Jessica’s punch. She countered with a strong directed uppercut introducing her fist to her opponent’s chiseled jaw. Her head guard pinched a little at her temples; she’d had it for years. But the discomfort was superseded by the smell of impending victory.

She looked over at Mr. Darko, a bittersweet taste filling her mouth. Imagining her father at the receiving end of her punches made it a little better. She smiled. Soon, she knew, she’d be strong enough to push him to the floor with greater force than his old bones can muster when he tries to shove her into the bed.

kpemkpeshi – coarse afro hair