Showing posts from July, 2011

Beautifying Maraiya

“Do they want to do it to you too?”
Maraiya reluctantly emerged from her troubled thought. She didn’t want to tell Dala she had earlier wanted everyone including her off the way. She had deliberately left an obvious sign of repulsion that only Dala, to her frustration, seemed impervious to.
Why she won’t just leave me alone, she begged silently as gazed at Dala.

It was that kind of day that the sun was worshipped. All morning the African winter had had the little valley town blanketed with hash, hazy wind plus just enough bone-chilling cold to make everyone wish they never came out to work.

With the sun slowly peering out of the cold, dusty cloud – a large number of feisty little boys were about on the large village clearing chasing an oblong plastic ball in the most disorderly manner, some risking their bones in daredevil somersaults just to heat-up. The girls were more benign in their little clapping units with a common understanding ringing out in a song: “oh ma darli, oh ma dar…

Angels Don’t Stay

We start the journey of love, craving for perfect things; the hugs, the kisses, the touch – pray cupid for a perfect shot; the one with the fairest face, that one with the brightest smile, so our dream will come alive. But life has something to say, though you find that angel someday – angels, they don’t stay. We hold our dreams to heart, if we only will find that one, then life would be complete. But if you do not find a flaw, perhaps you should search again, for angels don’t stay, and no one plays the angel for long. The road to perfection is made of imperfections. You must open your eyes to the flaws, you must touch the flaws, you must know the flaws, and then you will know the MAN. For the only angels we can be, are ones with failings and flaws. We start the walk of love, with all the wrongs in place; we fail to know that loving starts with you giving.

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Whisper, if you will

Whisper – again if you can
Say to me those silent thoughts
Eager for words

May be not to please –
But let them out subtly, tenderly
Or a little kindly, if you can

Just in case you have to
Take them back at a conscious time
Or when all anguish is lost to a new day

And then, perhaps, our mutual rue
We will quietly seal and tuck away
In our closets of wavering amnesia

Whisper, if you will
For thoughts, good or sad
Are better said with little air

2011 © Jude Ifeme

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Smile when faith is shattered in the storms
Of scorn and questions wipe out all the answers

Smile when all fires no longer burn
Smile when new adversities are born

Smile when your dream comes to zero
And the face of cowardice is worn by your heroes

Smile when there’s despair in the air
And all that remains is a strand of a loved one’s hair

And when it is most unbearable to do
Sigh a muted sob in honor of pain

And then smile

2011© Jude Ifeme

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