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My Hair Love Story - An Ode to my Hair

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My short, natural hair Our relationship has always been on and off Like the sweet sour taste of Agbalumo Like the light switch at my Parent's balcony in the Village house Useful and sweet at night And a saddening waste in the day I had always wished you could get curled up with me Sprawled, with your tips touching the swell of my breast Eagerly and wanting with me gently brushing it away Wish, was all there was If only wish would colour my reality I knew it was all my fault Even with words unspoken I see it..... I feel it When you were vulnerable, I manipulated you. When you wanted me to show you off, I covered you up I was ashamed of you. You were never enough for me I tried to mold you to the "perfect one" with each twisting and turning and taunting With grease and grit, like the Lagos bus conductor on a Monday morning traffic When you acted well, I opened you up to the world and when you d...

Dear Confused Self

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Your humming come from a place of uncertainty Uncertainty about two rights and no rights like the heroine cast in the chase of both enemies; momentarily lost in what to do and not I hold still like the cat of the nine lives but almost at the edge of the four legged wood When the weight of fear engulfs me The me held beneath the sea of indecision  of losing what I have to chase dreams unbeknownst  to me I shudder like a lizard caught in the monsoon rains Because I fear who I am... and will My heart bleeds with tears- hot like the blacksmith axe I am lost Indecision assails me Bankruptcy restricts me Emotions debilitates me Fear grips me Friends scorn  Family questions Will I become a laughing stock? To keep face with stiff smile While my heart becomes of a stone But I do not want to be lost Please help me...