Morning breaks with silence
Few gazes on the ceiling
Purse lips and a sigh
Palm clashes on chest
Tracing silhouetted slope
Down my breasts... Up my belly
Heartbeat not pacing fast enough
Stuck with those white sheets
Blemished with crimson splashes
Bones weaken
Body rigid
No one to help me
Mouth open in slow motion
As I watch scream's quiet stare
Falling from the ceiling in slow motion
Praying she falls into my mouth
So my huby can hear me downstairs
"Oh babe... Is it coming?"
"Yes! B-a-b-y is coming!"
Hospital smell... frustrating
Pain... piercing
As scream drills her hole down my throat
Vision interrupted
Too many worried faces
Relief
It's out of me
She's out of me... A girl
Wait...
What...
What...?
Heartbeat now pacing fast enough
Save my baby
Treat her with all urgency
I'll give anything for her to live
She's just a baby... My baby
Tears fall down to my ears
As I watch silence's scream glare
Stuck on the ceiling
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
CURTIS QUARCOO__MY TWIN BROTHER
In growing up, my mother occasionally told me that having a single child will be like carrying a handbag and since she was never ready to leave the other arm bare, she wouldn't understand why her children will do same. So, she's been playfully warning me to hold that baton firmly... She still does.
Honestly, I've been blessed to have someone by my side since birth. You might probably not know how it feels to be a twin but I've no other word to describe it if not "it feels complete!", no offence.
Curtis Quarcoo has been a blessing to my life and will be till I depart. Back in creche and kindergarten when we used to swap positions in class every term, then he took over, more theoritical and me, more practical. I remember the days when I used to cry about breakfast, then when mom is out of sight, he'll just finish up mine and laugh. No wonder he's still bigger than I am. We were together in class till separated in class 6 at Seven Great Princes Academy. Then we moved to Tema and sat back together in class. Brainy! He'll be reading novels with candies in his mouth whiles the teacher was in front of the class.
Memories!
My keeper. There are stubborn stuff I just wouldn't want my mom to tell him and when she does, ooohh that look on his face... Then he goes "Akwele!" Making me feel all weighty as if the world's guilt is on my shoulders. When it comes to food, he's an interesting fellow. "Today let it be sweet! When I say sweet, you know what I mean... Awww *with a sorrowful face* you should see what I eat in school..." If you were me, wouldn't you give in your best shot?! Lol.
Spiritually, we are so connected. He understands this better. He's such a helper and an admirer. No one is perfect but his fruits are admirable, attractive and sweet when tasted.
Besides this little percentage of fun and excitement, we fight a lot, and make up all the time. Although we are of different sex, we often behave like my lil sisters-twins; equal share, equal privileges and the like. But my mom will always say, who else will you fight with if not him?
I miss him when we're away from home. The fights over who to watch a particular channel, who to do the laundry on a particular day, how much food he's eating, chores, spending money, even the gossips, dreams, plans, dozing off whiles praying, freaking ourselves out, those unheard songs and notes we sing to disturb the hood... I don't know how I would've turned up if I'd come as a single child or worse case scenario, if we were in different families. Well, I guess if we were in different families, I would have an English accent and he, well... *smiles*
There were days we thought we were so different but even in our difference, we are alike in a lot of ways and surprisingly, it's somewhat amazing and a bit annoying cos I can just tell, he he too... Hmmm. God is amazing, isn't he?
The love my brother and I share is beyond measure. He is the first gift God gave me and I know for sure he isn't taking his gift back. Not today, not tomorrow... I wish the best for you, Curtis... I love you like... Like I love you... Mwuah!!
INSPIRATION: I wrote this simple piece in honour of my twin brother. Many honour their mothers, fathers and lovers in writing, but this is for my 'Other-half'
Honestly, I've been blessed to have someone by my side since birth. You might probably not know how it feels to be a twin but I've no other word to describe it if not "it feels complete!", no offence.
Curtis Quarcoo has been a blessing to my life and will be till I depart. Back in creche and kindergarten when we used to swap positions in class every term, then he took over, more theoritical and me, more practical. I remember the days when I used to cry about breakfast, then when mom is out of sight, he'll just finish up mine and laugh. No wonder he's still bigger than I am. We were together in class till separated in class 6 at Seven Great Princes Academy. Then we moved to Tema and sat back together in class. Brainy! He'll be reading novels with candies in his mouth whiles the teacher was in front of the class.
Memories!
My keeper. There are stubborn stuff I just wouldn't want my mom to tell him and when she does, ooohh that look on his face... Then he goes "Akwele!" Making me feel all weighty as if the world's guilt is on my shoulders. When it comes to food, he's an interesting fellow. "Today let it be sweet! When I say sweet, you know what I mean... Awww *with a sorrowful face* you should see what I eat in school..." If you were me, wouldn't you give in your best shot?! Lol.
Spiritually, we are so connected. He understands this better. He's such a helper and an admirer. No one is perfect but his fruits are admirable, attractive and sweet when tasted.
Besides this little percentage of fun and excitement, we fight a lot, and make up all the time. Although we are of different sex, we often behave like my lil sisters-twins; equal share, equal privileges and the like. But my mom will always say, who else will you fight with if not him?
I miss him when we're away from home. The fights over who to watch a particular channel, who to do the laundry on a particular day, how much food he's eating, chores, spending money, even the gossips, dreams, plans, dozing off whiles praying, freaking ourselves out, those unheard songs and notes we sing to disturb the hood... I don't know how I would've turned up if I'd come as a single child or worse case scenario, if we were in different families. Well, I guess if we were in different families, I would have an English accent and he, well... *smiles*
There were days we thought we were so different but even in our difference, we are alike in a lot of ways and surprisingly, it's somewhat amazing and a bit annoying cos I can just tell, he he too... Hmmm. God is amazing, isn't he?
The love my brother and I share is beyond measure. He is the first gift God gave me and I know for sure he isn't taking his gift back. Not today, not tomorrow... I wish the best for you, Curtis... I love you like... Like I love you... Mwuah!!
INSPIRATION: I wrote this simple piece in honour of my twin brother. Many honour their mothers, fathers and lovers in writing, but this is for my 'Other-half'
Saturday, 14 January 2012
KEEP ME ALIVE
Shut up!
Shut up if you can't give me the truth in simple words without judging me
You are wounding rather than healing
Shut up!
Oh hypocrite you!
I'm tired of hearing your lines
All so pius and divine
I need peace
I need to stop denying myself
I need to dream with my eyes open
I need to stop seeing myself blemished because I see you
Are you not commanded to love me like yourself?
Oh! Did I ever miss the part that says
"Love thy neighbour as you'd wish yourself be"
Cos you see
My Bible is intact with no leaves out
Tell me I am unclean but will be made whole
I'll understand
Tell me it's not easy but I'll make it through
It's ok with me
Tell me what I need to hear and not what you have to say
That's when I'll feel loved
Who is the murderer?
The one who shot me in self defence
Or the one who refused to keep me alive
Shame on you!
You've got blood in your hands
Who's guilty now?
I am in your life
My life in your hands
Try to keep me alive
Unless you want my blood on your head
Shut up if you can't give me the truth in simple words without judging me
You are wounding rather than healing
Shut up!
Oh hypocrite you!
I'm tired of hearing your lines
All so pius and divine
I need peace
I need to stop denying myself
I need to dream with my eyes open
I need to stop seeing myself blemished because I see you
Are you not commanded to love me like yourself?
Oh! Did I ever miss the part that says
"Love thy neighbour as you'd wish yourself be"
Cos you see
My Bible is intact with no leaves out
Tell me I am unclean but will be made whole
I'll understand
Tell me it's not easy but I'll make it through
It's ok with me
Tell me what I need to hear and not what you have to say
That's when I'll feel loved
Who is the murderer?
The one who shot me in self defence
Or the one who refused to keep me alive
Shame on you!
You've got blood in your hands
Who's guilty now?
I am in your life
My life in your hands
Try to keep me alive
Unless you want my blood on your head
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
TALK 2 ME
Man: *panting* pls call my wife... Somebody call my wife
Driver: Oh God... Oh God... *breathing hard* I'm sorry...
Abeeku: *in prayer* Lord Jesus, please keep him intact... Don't let him die. Jesus, please heal him
Man: *watches broken arm and disfigured legs* Oh my God! I can't move my arm, I can't feel my legs. Oh God!! *tears gushing down his cheeks settling on cuts and bruises on the neck*
Driver: *at Abeeku* Boss, I beg call his wife, I don't have credits on my phone
Abeeku: *at Man* what is her number
Man: *wailing* pls call my wife... My wife... She's all I've got. Call my wife... Oh Jesus I can't feel my legs
EARLIER IN THE DAY
Man: *silent*
Wife: C'mon babe, say something. You haven't talked since morning. I explained everything. Nothing happened... Nothing. I've never been unfaithful, babe and I love you too much to be. Whether you've lost your job and car or not, I still do. You are my husband and he's just a *man interrupts*
Man: *warns* let me hear annother word from you and... What do you take me for?! You seek a job for your husband from your ex-lover? C'mon, woman! I can be a lot of things but not a fool!!
Wife: Ok, at least eat lunch. You rejected breakfast from me, so please babe, I'm sorry...
Man: *takes bag and leaves*
Wife: He forgot our anniversary... *wipes the single tear from left cheek*
NOW AT THE HOSPITAL
Abeeku:...so when the driver took a turn, he didn't put up his traffic-indicator but the motor rider was on full speed so this other man... The one who's injured, I assume he thought the taxi driver will hit them so he panicked and jumped off the bike but he fell on the streets and the taxi driver accidentally run on him... OMG! I've never witnessed this...
Nurse: I called his wife, she's on her way
LATER
Wife: *to man* God is here and He loves you...
Man: But you are crying
Wife: *sobs* You'll be fine
Man: I can't feel my limbs... Babe I'm sorry about this morning. I am really sorry. Forgive me and know that I love *she interrupts*
Wife: Don't talk much, babe I understand. You know what? I'll bring our meal and everything here so we could celebrate our
Man: *coughs blood*
Nurse attends to him and Wife waits outside
Nurse: Go home and bring him some clothes, ok?
Man's wife returns with the anniversary meal, a bouquet of flowers and change of clothes. She enters her husbands room and realises it was empty. She panics.
Wife: Ah!
Nurse: Mrs Asiedu, I'm sorry for your loss
Wife: What loss? I just... What?! Oh you don't mean it! I... I... Today is...
Nurse: Internal bleeding, Ma'am. Please come with me...
Wife: Shock grips her feet to the ground
*to be continued*
---True Story--
Driver: Oh God... Oh God... *breathing hard* I'm sorry...
Abeeku: *in prayer* Lord Jesus, please keep him intact... Don't let him die. Jesus, please heal him
Man: *watches broken arm and disfigured legs* Oh my God! I can't move my arm, I can't feel my legs. Oh God!! *tears gushing down his cheeks settling on cuts and bruises on the neck*
Driver: *at Abeeku* Boss, I beg call his wife, I don't have credits on my phone
Abeeku: *at Man* what is her number
Man: *wailing* pls call my wife... My wife... She's all I've got. Call my wife... Oh Jesus I can't feel my legs
EARLIER IN THE DAY
Man: *silent*
Wife: C'mon babe, say something. You haven't talked since morning. I explained everything. Nothing happened... Nothing. I've never been unfaithful, babe and I love you too much to be. Whether you've lost your job and car or not, I still do. You are my husband and he's just a *man interrupts*
Man: *warns* let me hear annother word from you and... What do you take me for?! You seek a job for your husband from your ex-lover? C'mon, woman! I can be a lot of things but not a fool!!
Wife: Ok, at least eat lunch. You rejected breakfast from me, so please babe, I'm sorry...
Man: *takes bag and leaves*
Wife: He forgot our anniversary... *wipes the single tear from left cheek*
NOW AT THE HOSPITAL
Abeeku:...so when the driver took a turn, he didn't put up his traffic-indicator but the motor rider was on full speed so this other man... The one who's injured, I assume he thought the taxi driver will hit them so he panicked and jumped off the bike but he fell on the streets and the taxi driver accidentally run on him... OMG! I've never witnessed this...
Nurse: I called his wife, she's on her way
LATER
Wife: *to man* God is here and He loves you...
Man: But you are crying
Wife: *sobs* You'll be fine
Man: I can't feel my limbs... Babe I'm sorry about this morning. I am really sorry. Forgive me and know that I love *she interrupts*
Wife: Don't talk much, babe I understand. You know what? I'll bring our meal and everything here so we could celebrate our
Man: *coughs blood*
Nurse attends to him and Wife waits outside
Nurse: Go home and bring him some clothes, ok?
Man's wife returns with the anniversary meal, a bouquet of flowers and change of clothes. She enters her husbands room and realises it was empty. She panics.
Wife: Ah!
Nurse: Mrs Asiedu, I'm sorry for your loss
Wife: What loss? I just... What?! Oh you don't mean it! I... I... Today is...
Nurse: Internal bleeding, Ma'am. Please come with me...
Wife: Shock grips her feet to the ground
*to be continued*
---True Story--
TRADING A PIECE FOR PEACE
I'm an addict!
WOW... That went easy
Ok let's try this again
I am an addict
A Coca Cola addict
And I'm not proud of it
Chilled sweaty shape like me
Can have you anytime I please
With a few cedis
You satisfy my need
I'm just a straight girl
In love with a curved her
Don't judge me
It's just a lil piece of me
She's hottest when cold
But never knew she'll leave me lone
Too soon
Right when I was falling deeper
She was attaching harder
My eyes lusted for her
My tongue couldn't have enough of her sweat
But her favourite spot
My stomach walls
Ulcer, Tricia
Said the doctor
Too much carbon dioxide
Go low or no on the coke
And anything C-O-2
Three days of her absence
And I felt I would die if not had her
Then I sneaked one night to see her
She met me with a smile and said
"I missed you much"
On her favorite spot with a hard embrase
Just then I felt pain
Pain that felt like... Pain
What will it cost anyway
Trading a piece of my desire for her
For strength in health
Or have her forever
And continue to suffer
INSPIRATION: Consequences of addiction (Coca Cola) for some years and the effects it caused to my system. Addiction is never a comfortable place to be. It's a sweet killer. It's as equally enjoyable as much as the addict knows it's killing him/softly. Probably it isn't just drug addiction but addiction to other objects or things. In any way, it's no good news
WOW... That went easy
Ok let's try this again
I am an addict
A Coca Cola addict
And I'm not proud of it
Chilled sweaty shape like me
Can have you anytime I please
With a few cedis
You satisfy my need
I'm just a straight girl
In love with a curved her
Don't judge me
It's just a lil piece of me
She's hottest when cold
But never knew she'll leave me lone
Too soon
Right when I was falling deeper
She was attaching harder
My eyes lusted for her
My tongue couldn't have enough of her sweat
But her favourite spot
My stomach walls
Ulcer, Tricia
Said the doctor
Too much carbon dioxide
Go low or no on the coke
And anything C-O-2
Three days of her absence
And I felt I would die if not had her
Then I sneaked one night to see her
She met me with a smile and said
"I missed you much"
On her favorite spot with a hard embrase
Just then I felt pain
Pain that felt like... Pain
What will it cost anyway
Trading a piece of my desire for her
For strength in health
Or have her forever
And continue to suffer
INSPIRATION: Consequences of addiction (Coca Cola) for some years and the effects it caused to my system. Addiction is never a comfortable place to be. It's a sweet killer. It's as equally enjoyable as much as the addict knows it's killing him/softly. Probably it isn't just drug addiction but addiction to other objects or things. In any way, it's no good news
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