I hated how beautiful she was.I hated her sleek, slender figure, her caramel skin, her and her long dark hair. Traditionally men couldn’t stand the idea of a slender wife. However, for a farmer like my husband, a slender wife was ideal. I was a tiny little twig when I got married. When I married Nsansa, I ate as farmers’ wives did. There was always something to sink my teeth into, cassava, groundnuts, oranges,...
You make me feel so down I loved you once But not anymore You only have yourself to blame When I love, I love deeply But you lost that love Now you are bitter and twisted Angry at me for your own faults Nasty words are sometimes worse than a blow You make me feel so low Forever angry, that this our fate? The love we had that turned to hate Its tragic and my heart devastates Your misery is not mine The things you suffered...
I can hear them chanting my name, Snickering, whispering, mocking. They remind me of everything I have done. I cannot block them out or get them to stop. They repeat those same old words. You're to blame, you're at fault. I think I know when they appeared or started to. Possibly, because of the girl I once called my best friend. Wasn't it because I didn't want to be team captain, Or the fact I refused to pick anyone not e...
Choices we all must make Some are good some bad Survive or ourselves forsake Be miserable or be glad Grab the ring or make a mistake Bare our soul or stay totally clad Stand tall and straight or quiver and quake Live in the moment or relish what we had Show true self or be a fake Dress in black or wear plaid Remain strong or weaken and break Stay in a rut or jump from the pad Choices to make or not to make Refuse to grow...
