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My pain and my strife is like an open wound exposed by the knife we call life. Assumpta Ozua 2000 Those 3 lines provide a small insight into my mind circa age 14 (that's when I wrote it). It never ceases to amaze me how little the things I dwelled on back then, matter now.… Continue reading Teenage Angst
It’s raining hours on my minutes while I wish it would just shower seconds. Seconds until night finally takes his rest and dawn beckons the inauguration of a new day Where time ceases to be my foe and becomes my friend, Abetting my restless spirit to find solace in polite conversation, uninhibited wit and an… Continue reading Time
The minute I heard He called you home, my arms hung like a wall clock at 5.35, every appendage saluting the floor while disconsolate eyes spat bitterness from the flooded alcoves of my soul. I wish you were still here. Your passing fractured blistered air, redirecting draughts to the passageway of a tortured torso inducing… Continue reading Breathless
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
I forgot to say goodbye. When you left that morning, my breath damp with fatigue with the audacity of nightmare the immediacy of distress I did not think to call you by name, to let your usual response linger in the ether between us. How many people do you know who begin their day with… Continue reading Hello Husband, Farewell Friend
"When the stallion of loneliness rides over you And the scream of despair swallows hope Take the armour of humility in your left hand And sword of tears in your right hand And be wary of your ego And careful of the hidden revenge And when you migrate in darkness Take shelter under the torch… Continue reading When Your Parents Stay Winning, It Is Easy to Feel Like You’re Losing
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
