The call

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I stood in front of him and we were having a nice conversation.

We talked,laughed,smiled and talked again.

I saw the crowd staring at us but i wasn’t moved at all by the unpleasant looks they gave.

I just wished nothing would bring an interruption to our conversation.

I wished we could go and go without running out of words.

I wished we could keep talking,laughing and smiling and just keep the cycle going.

Suddenly,i realized that i wasn’t comfortable standing and having a nice conversation, so i decided to sit next to him.

And again i wasn’t comfortable,so i decided to draw closer till my shoulder rubbed against his.

I couldn’t understand this feeling.

There was something in my heart that needed a fill-in.

Closer and closer i moved till my head rested on the comfort of his chest.

I could hear his heartbeat per minute and each one saying how truely he loves me.

I could hear his deepest thought; abide in me and I in you..

It became apparent that my hunger was to know him each day and know him more

– Princess Pirinye 

Hope full

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Despair is when I look at myself and I see nothing.

In the past few days, you see, I’ve been evaluating.

And I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s nothing good in me anymore.

Nothing good, just pitiful emptiness.

I’ve tried to search for the air I once had, the freedom that was once mine, and I’ve found none.

I’ve looked to find the friends I once had, the family that once believed in me, and I’ve found none.

It’s in these moments that I realize how slippery life can be when you start to lose it.

It’s in these moments also, that I have found hope, its meaning.
Hope is when I look at myself, and even though I do not see the admirable person I used to be, I see a better me emerging. I see one who won’t just be admired, but looked up to.

Hope is when I evaluate my life, its seeming emptiness, and still come to the conclusion that it is well.

Hope is when I believe for the best, in spite of myself.

Hope is when I trust in someone greater than my heart to save me.

Hope is when I trust in God.

Hope is when I cling to that part of me that refuses to give in, despite the naysayers in my head.

Hope is when I love myself, because I was created by a God who is called Love.

Hope is when I embrace myself, past and present, because I choose to believe that these work together for good, to give me a beautiful future.
– Ezenobi Ubamara

Turned

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I never knew I was digging my own grave when I accepted to be turned

I was later told it was suicidal to die with him

And the gallows will leave marks that thread to eternity

But foolish me!
I was tired of a skin I was forced to wear that 6 feet deep felt like a relief. 

So I caterpillared myself into the soil which felt natural to this disaster I was clad in
But three days later …

Dude decided to rise like bread with yeast

I ate the life and now my blood cloth is worn proudly

He is stingy with me in his fist clenched tightly

And every time I try to snatch me I’m reminded

That I dug my own grave when I let him turn me

Now I’ll live forever, his vampire army

-Uc Truth 

​Where Are The Others?

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Once was a man on earth, a God.
He made half score whole, nine left,

Hiding under vintage point to predate like tods.

But one came back, his heart heft

In appreciation of the man that made him whole

The man fixed a gaze on him like a hawk,

Then asked of the other nine that once had holes.

One replied that he had an empty space to gawp

The nine enjoyed a sail guided by a faulty compass with fingers apart,

Under the influence of a zephyr, pointing to Utopia.

They sat to debate the man and his demon; reached impasse

In the analysis of how the man is a king of Dystopia

They failed to see that they too were wrapped in weakness

And showed the man no kindness