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You move me, shift my equilibrium like weights on a scale you tip the balance and upturn my spirit. Like stray hands in crowds you scatter my senses Like wind in loose weave chaotic and free, You move me like a riotous people lobbying for change taking action against oppressors because things cannot always stay… Continue reading Throwback Thursday
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
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
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
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
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
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
