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Some women are half empty vessels, allowing any man to dilute and fill them. Unaware that they can never be safe in his unsteady palms. He will spill you both. ©Assumpta Ozua 2016 Last night I watched How To Die of a Broken Heart by Femi Martin. Ever since Femi mentioned this project on Facebook about… Continue reading How To Die of a Broken Heart
Somewhere between wake and sleep sleep and wake I led impatient ink to a patient page and penned this insomniacs poem. Whilst my house sat still on its ageing plot and all within slept silently blissfully unaware of my night terrors, I stared boldly into the quasi darkness of my room choked by unnecessary worldly… Continue reading In The Midnight Hour
I wondered what to post today. I intend to blog everyday until my birthday - 13 posts in 13 days and so far so good. Today is day 7. I thought I would break things up a little and do something completely different by sharing a recent performance of mine. Thanks to my friend JustJumi… Continue reading #Archive
Sometimes, when I speak, my mother comes out. Spontaneous cacophony I cannot control, my trunk, encased in the fear of splintering your legacy, coerced upright by transcendent heritage and pride; tangible evidence that little brown girls fertilised by faith, sacrifice, high expectations and love can germinate into formidable forests, like you. [extract] ©Assumpta Ozua I've… Continue reading Woman Crush Wednesdays #1
Close your eyes and count to ten, then hope you never see Perfection again. She dropped down dead at Improbable's door. You can't be friends with her anymore. ©Assumpta Ozua This is a lesson I have to keep relearning. Perfection was an actual goal for me in my formative years. To be the perfect daughter,… Continue reading Choose Persistence
...coffee is a metaphor for my words. Last week I visited Britain's ocean city for a few days and had the most amazing time. The sun shone, which can be a rarity in England, so it felt like I was in another country! Being away, particularly by the tranquil water, was the break I… Continue reading Because Sometimes
Upon my return, I held a page in my palm tracing my fingers across its lines I murmured ‘where do I begin?’ It responded ‘the origin of pain.’ ©Assumpta Ozua 2016 On Tuesday 29th March 2016, the juggernaut that is Out-Spoken (a night of poetry and live music), helmed by the brilliant Anthony Anaxagorou, Karim… Continue reading Out-Spoken
Openings Each time we collide, when my purpose meets your drive, your face cracks like a windshield on impact to reveal that imperfect smile. There is so much beauty to be found in the brokenness of your expressions; gaps kept big enough for a small dreamer to always fall into. ©Assumpta Ozua 2015 When I… Continue reading Chasing Perfect
On Things That I Know to Be True: When I was four years old; complete with snow white knee high socks and imaginary dwarf-friends in tow, I wanted to be a doctor. Already aware of the sickness in the world and a bourgeoning puzzle-meister I really wanted to fix things seek smiles that had been… Continue reading For The Love of Language
Me Today You Tomorrow 