Saved.

“I can’t remember if I seduced him or if he came calling for me.”

 

All I remember was the loud stumps of angry feet drawing closer and closer. Huge arms whisked me away from him and led me to the slaughter ground. My partner wasn’t with me. I don’t know why… but they let him go.

 

Fear gripped me.

 

My stomach rumbled.

My feet quaked.

 

So this is it for me? A painful death by stoning. I could imagine the heavy bricks landing on my soft skull. I knew the penalty of adultery, but I did it anyway. The fear of punishment didn’t stop my desires. Why is sin so strong even with the law?

 

As I kept thinking, they dragged me into the temple and brought me to the teacher. He was called ‘Rabbi.’

“We caught this woman in adultery”, they said. “And according to Moses’ law,” they continued. “We must stone her to death. So what do you say?”

 

He didn’t reply them. He stooped low and wrote in the dust. My heart almost stopped. It seemed like my life was in his hands.

 

His reply would save me from death…

His reply would save me from condemnation..

His reply would give me a second chance.

 

“My Lord, please say something!” my eyes screamed

 

Just then, he looked up and said “All right! But let he who has no sin be the first to cast the stone.”And he continued writing on the dust.

 

Silence.

 

The murmurings gave way…

and one by one… each of them went their ways. Leaving me alone in dismay.

I was dumbfounded! So, we all have sinned? I thought it was just me.

He looked at me and said; “Where are your accusers? No one condemns you?”

“No one  Lord.” I replied.

 

“Neither do I condemn you. Go and sin no more.” He said.

And I never left his side since that day.

 

  • Ebisike Amarachi

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REBELLION

Our bond was gone

Torn by playing self’s strings, a concerto to otherness

A faint flame of nascent doubt nagged into crushing inferno

Thrusting and thrashing through trust’s defenses

To throw open heart’s doors to alternative truth

A deluge wild and free, everywhere and purposeless

Your walls gave way to vast fields to explore

Space filled with beautiful flowers and murderous fanged beasts

My emotions were terror-driven ecstacy, happy masks for painful dying

As I danced about independence’s gift, understanding and doom

Life was exile

Life was being lost, for life was lost

Life was the highway’s speeding car without brakes

Life was the pungent presence of putrefaction

But I hid my shame, nostalgia de la boue finely propped up

Our love was worn

Battered by sounds from within

Counterfeits of true creation ballad

I swam the me-tune, the egocentric universe

I found it without stars, cold, dark, merciless

Memories of you welled up on the inside, a piercing plea

To call me back to your walled protecrorate

The infinite love-space in which I now roam

You were my way home, falling to become the link bridge

You are my home, the One in whom I’m complete.

Enslaved Slavers

​She

Was such a beauty”, he

Said, “painted ebony by the hands of nature;

Her skin a crystal of black hues; no mixture:

Indifferent to the never ending

Showers of sun’s rays”.


He looked beyond her thick

Hips; lips that chatter to no end

Like the parrot’s friendly nattering,

To the pale skinned one

Whose nose directs to seven seas;

Seasons that sun’s rays brings.


Mirrors became her god;

“Sod! This beauty”, she cried.

Stones became her friend,

Her skin constantly under it’s bite

Till at last, this once crystal  of black

Turned as sallow as autumn leaves.


As sickly as she looked,

She was a new beauty, hooking

many-a-man who dared glanced at her

Glowing skin once so fancy,

But now dull; streaks of colours

Like the rainbow as the stone bite so deep.


Her charm were no more;

His stares became harmful.

One option remains for her;

To plaster the walls of her face

Forever more in varying thicknesses;

A cover for the long shone rainbow weak lines.


His gaze once again fell on her like

The rising sun; prodding her on,

On the art of painting.

She became tired of masking

But all her blackness were

Long gone with the stone’s bite.


She enslaved his eyes

To her beaming beauty,

But the stone enslaved here