Sigh

our lives are sighs
crested in the bowels of time.
the ones whose X Factor
lived to factor these dreams in the mind.

our lives are cups
of purgatory whisked to hope on nine.
nine lives.
nine lives we don’t have.

our lives are lies.
the written code is truth
but a lie begun this and certainly shall end this.

my poetry is a spike
directed at no one in mind but me.
our sigh is a hidden truth
I was taught at baby age to fight for it
only to grow up knowing its not endorsed by not only those who teach it
but by another too who taught it.

our ways are sighed
writings cannot express them enough
like this one.

©Trudy.K

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Rise

See how

We fall to rise and then fall again to contemplate a rise.

See how

It is said pride goes before a fall but our falls are many which had nothing to do with pride.

See how

Our cries are loudest when stuck in that drench stunk mud hole only to drenche a neighbour who asked for innocent help.

See how

Our help isn’t as innocent and those to help aren’t as innocent.

See how

We still are not risen from that pitiful ash cos we agree with the one before this one most.

©Trudy.K

Roasted Plantain 6

” Mother, what is keeping you?” Davida’s tone reflected anger. Ama rolled her eyes. Why was her daughter more possessive over her than her son?
She wasn’t out on an errand like she had told Margarita. If ever sipping pineapple juice and waiting for a yam chips and grilled chicken order was one.
” Mummy would be home soon Davida. Go to bed already. You have school tomorrow”
” But I want to see you before I do”
Davida protested childishly, lifted her legs in the air in her dark room and paddled them like she was swimming.
” Davida listen to your mother and do as she says”
“Yes mother” came her very sarcastic response”
” Kiss your brother goodnight”
“Mum, I’m sleeping already”
” So you called from your sleep? Davida I’m only teaching you to be a nice person and a very affectionate mother… ”
Ama Benewaa could have drawn a map of Africa with her words trying to explain why she implored Davida to place a kiss on David’s cheek every night. Making the bla, bla, bla face, she cut her mother off.
” Yes mother, I’m getting to it… Wait. Is that the sound of the tides I hear?
” Goodnight baby”
She hang up? Davida had a mixed feeling of anger and shock as she gently placed her phone on the little lamp table beside her bed.

The village restaurant of the La Palm Royal Hotel was filled with whispers of chatter of people blended with the low background music and randomly washed with the waves of the close by salt sea of the Gulf of Guinea.
” Sorry. Children are sometimes trouble” Ama Benewaa spoke up politely as she put away her phone into her cream hand bag which sat on another chair to her left. Lazarel, the fine gentleman she was with, who was age mates with Ama but only a year older smiled warmly.
” It’s okay, I understand. My children are like that too at times ”
Ama was thankful someone could understand her when it came to children. Her newly found boyfriend shouldn’t be difficult to move with. She only hoped the twins were going to like him as much. Especially Davida.
The waiter walked in with their food and Ama put a big smile on her face. She was famished. She hadn’t noticed Lazarel’s stare the whole time until after picking up the fork, after their meal was set before them, and had decided to steal him a glance and wish him a happy eating. His stare was a sweet look.
She was shy.

Davida tossed and turned herself on the bed. She didn’t want to kiss her brother goodnight, nonetheless, she was not a disrespectful child.
Picking herself up from the bed was painful but she still managed to get on both feet. The time read 9:30pm as she glanced up at the clock by the wall in the long alley way between the bedrooms and hall in the house.
David and Margarita’s separate rooms were down the other half with hers and her mom’s separately on the other too.
She almost passed by the hall but retracted upon hearing whispers coming from there. The lights were off but Davida knew it was Margarita.

Clancy had gone in and out of Benedicta’s room about the third time now. Every time she had gotten back to hers and her husband Joe’s, she gave him a strange look at why he didn’t seem to care about their daughter’s plight.
Joe always did well at ignoring her each time. He kept laughing at something that didn’t seem funny at all to Clancy on their bedroom television. By now, Clancy was wishing for a power outage, and then she could laugh at him. Not to say Clancy didn’t care about their daughter, but Joe knew very well the so much care towards Benedicta she was putting up was because she too needed pampering. She had wanted Joe to tell her everything was going to be fine and that Benedicta’s injury was nothing so serious to not want to rest already. Joe wasn’t going to fall for this one. Clancy could be as dramatic for all he cared.

To be continued…

Counting 44

The devil had called.
“Hello Griffith dear”
He said without a smile while walking casually out of the house. Griffith seemed to be yelling over the phone for Gideon moved it away from his ear in a disgusted manner.
He held out a little red padlock which had it’s keys at the bottom. The rains weren’t as high as he had anticipated from the inside.
The compound house was quite cramped up with little buildings like his, but however had a clean environment.
He was the only individual with a car here. Walking towards his black sonata, he pretended he hadn’t received a call from anyone.
After locking himself up in his car and had turned on the engine, he got on the phone again.
“Yeah, Griffith, sorry there was a crack in the line”
Her heavy breathing sigh was heard from the other end.
“Are you almost there?”
“Yes please. And you are disturbing my driving. You know I don’t like to be on the phone while I drive.
The beep came once. She had hang up.
Gideon shook his head and put the vehicle in reverse. He carelessly dropped his phone on the other seat. The only light skinned little boy who was on the compound playing with a toy car moved to open up the black gate with gold spikes to the top of it. He was Gideon’s friend.
Gideon was a little pissed so he only waved his cheerful looking friend goodbye without looking his direction.

**

It was a shame Gideon couldn’t see from the actions of Griffith that she still loved him. Reason she was possessive and mostly grumpy all the time. Faya had taken notice of her affection towards her brother and understood her funny way of expressing it.
Faya cared less about it. She detested the woman.
The light rain showers beat on the the air-conditioned car with Gideon nodding his head to the music emitting from the car’s speakers. He had lost his way -again and spent 30mins in the road asking for directions to home of Linda’s teacher.
“It is an easy place to find Gideon” Griffith barked on the phone to him once.
It is not like he had never been to the place before, he only claimed the community had something different about it everytime he came visiting.
It shocked Griffith to hear that. Gideon was indeed a strange man.

To be continued….

Counting is a book I am currently working on. Speaking of how a woman counts her misery, misfortunes and curses, she has a bitter view of life though she has been rewarded with a bounty blessing, she still refuses to see. Counting is addressing the ungrateful human side we have, racked under our selves. I would be joyed to see your comments coming in. Enjoy…

Us

moon girl in daylight,
playing with knives,
to cut,
not hearts,
to part away,
but not us,
but could part us with these knives,
cos I have been knifed,
a couple of nights,
and on this night,
let the moon’s light,
take us heights,
UNREACHABLE,
and I tack my knives away to be,
UNSEARCHABLE,
so my love is,
UNPUNCHABLE,
my love is unpunchable,
so let me choose us.

©Trudy.K

Counting 43

Gideon exhaled, causing more dirt particles on the window to leap into the air.
He coughed and waved his right hand side to side like he was driving away an insect.
” I need to clean up ”
He entered his kitchen which was outside his hall door and emerged out with a red and white striped napkin which had little oil stains on it.
Remembering it was not damped, he found his way back into the kitchen. The place was quite dark, with the large three netted windows being incapable of reflecting much of light into the room. Maybe it was because of the rain. A bulb hang above the plans for a ceiling roofing, with naked wires creeping around the wooden frames, waiting for the C&J plastering.
From his little hall, the kitchen was to the right. A double wooden cabinet hang on the wall. A wooden table also, by the netted windows had a blue cloth spread on the top, with a few utensils and cutlery sleeping in an also blue big pan. There was no gas stove or a fridge. Nor a microwave oven. Gideon wasn’t a man of good standing yet when he had gotten the place.
He pulled out a cup from among the little items in the blue pan. A plate shifted and spoke.
Gideon’s pace was reluctant. He moved toward a blue water filled barrel which was uncovered and fetched himself an amount. Stepping outside to wet the napkin, he hit his arm against the door and spilled the water on the floor. He sighed heavily, picked the cup up from the wet floor and placed it on the table. He dropped the napkin beside it and made for his hall.
This was a sign that he shouldn’t clean the place up.
The sports footage rolled on still. The reds had managed to get the ball into the net. The commentator let out a stretching goal.
Gideon picked up the car keys from the top of his TV and turned to walk out. He didn’t want to run late in picking up Linda. He very much wanted to avoid her mother’s hysteria.
It was a good thing his phone on the couch vibrated and rang. He would have walked out without it.

To be continued….

Counting is a book I am currently working on. Speaking of how a woman counts her misery, misfortunes and curses, she has a bitter view of life though she has been rewarded with a bounty blessing, she still refuses to see. Counting is addressing the ungrateful human side we have, racked under our selves. I would be joyed to see your comments coming in. Enjoy…