The next time a woman tells you she's cramping, never trivialize her pain. I know that period pains are not normal but it's pain untold. The kind you wish you'd be dead already. Darkness dominates your world and at the far corner of your bedroom is your breath laughing at you, yet you can't touch it. Everyone who has met me in the wake of those pains has seen exactly what a woman resurrected from death looks like.
Eligo
Let's go Swimming In The Oceans of Words
Tuesday 21 February 2023
When a Woman Says She's Cramping
Friday 17 February 2023
Friday 28 October 2022
Crown Of Thorns
Are the words you said to me,
Still sharp like the wicked crown of thorns.
And they've been distracting my arteries from pumping blood.
I tried to push them to the back of my head,
But realized that they could ring in my ears,
Every time I knock my toes.
Everyday has been a struggle,
A battle to detach my thoughts from the truth of those words.
A fight to convince myself that I couldn't trust someone so dumb.
And my tears how to slow down.
But how can I win the fight,
When every time I look into your eyes,
Those words point back at me,
Dangerous and capable of stabbing.
Wednesday 24 August 2022
Be Grateful
Before you ask God to take away some hours from the day and add them in the night, think of the insomniacs. Be grateful.
Tuesday 12 April 2022
Dear Heart By Elizabeth Opiyo
Dear heart,
I know you're broken. Again.
You feel ugly and lonely
Because the one and only,
is no longer the one.
You can't trace any part of you that once felt beautiful.
Darkness has replaced every part of you that endowed you with light.
And I can feel the pain stabbing and chocking every organ in you that has been strong.
Betrayal is sucking blood from the same veins you've kept loyal.
While hatred has stolen oxygen from the arteries you've taught love.
You're bleeding and clotting because you don't want to show.
You're sobbing behind the bathroom doors in front of a mirror.
Because the world is not supposed to know.
Because to this world so much strength you owe.
And to your religion, much more.
But I still admire how you are capable of forgiving and healing.
Like a desert saguaro betrayed by the rains yet still holds on to the soil with hopes for another season.
So please introduce me to your god.
Tell him that I need deliverance from a demon of attachment and expectations!
So that dear precious heart,
Before I break you,
I will choose you.
And I'll be able to choose distance over tolerance.
I'll know the exact time to start the race.
And if distance means 100/km per hour,
I'll pace.
Faster than Roger Banister and Usain Bolt.
As if running from Catherine Ndereba and Kipchoge Keino
And I'll keep going,
Like Thomas Sankara with a determination for revolution.
If I die I die.
Running!