Life Lessons, Poetry

How To Die of a Broken Heart

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

Life Lessons, Poetry

In The Midnight Hour

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

Life Lessons

The Enemy Within

On the days when life is a vacuum, a merciless vortex sucking up the debris of resting dreams, careering towards apathy towards assured uncertainty and annihilating truth, remember this headspace is void of matter and vacancies are formed to be filled. ©Assumpta Ozua 2015 An old African proverb says, “When there is no enemy within,… Continue reading The Enemy Within

Life Lessons, Poetry

Chasing Perfect

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


For The Love of Language

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

Poetry, Random

Superwoman Syndrome

When you fly home at night, slipstreaming lassitude and loneliness sleepy wind hissing your name encasing and loving your frame, do you ever wonder, before feet touch down on stillness kissing terra firma when you will put yourself first? ©Assumpta Ozua 2015 I had a really busy weekend – Really. Busy. Having said that, most… Continue reading Superwoman Syndrome