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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
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
A few days ago, an article a friend posted on their Facebook wall popped up in my mini-feed. Based on the link title alone 'Reshaping Obliterated Faces: Ten Female Nigerian Poets', I clicked 'like' (don't judge me, we've all done it) and then decided to read it.
Who will finish your jigsaw heart when he leaves, taking pieces with him? Who told you to play with unbeatable men? Men who let you love loneliness out of them gifting it back to you wondering why you return half full. He is a desert you, the oasis desperate to hydrate and keep the hope… Continue reading When The Dust Settles: Thailand
Me Today You Tomorrow 