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Status: Writer.
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Role: Writer/Poet/Reader/Author.
Level: 'intermediate' Writer.
Lagos, Nigeria
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17, May
It is of a huge hope that I call and beckon on you, All I appeal to is Miserere. I can remember those good gone days, when we say thank you to mummy and daddy because they have provided for one of our needs and the other or have given us food to eat as it is the right and normal thing to do. It was in one of those days, that my music teacher in a little deviation taught us on the first word of the Latin version of the 51st psalm - Miserere which means have mercy on me, we had laughed at the sound of the word and had always used it as a funny apology to ourselves in school when we wrong one another and that resolves the issue as that word was a meme to us and always laughed at, when mentioned.
But now that reality has dawned on me, All I can say is Miserere O Death."Mr Death" I know you would be surprised and racking your brain on why a human being would be calling on you, when all my specie has done is to detest you, they have called you a snatcher of life when it's most beautiful, they have called you wicked and continuously pray you never visit them. But with my current situation, I am blindfolded to all they say How can I even see it, when I lost my parents two months ago in a plane crash while they were coming to settle the disputes I had with my husband and in-laws concerning not able to give them a child.
I was thrown into despair, but that wasn't all, My husband served me a divorce paper, Tradition rubbed back at me as I have no right to own my parents properties as I am a girl child with no other sibling.I'm left with no Family, no marriage, no siblings, no child,, am sinking everyday into depression. "Death", how can I believe my kind on you being wicked, when you are the only hope I have. Wrap your arms around me, let me drown in this ocean of Oblivion.
Signed
Prisca Mmadu
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Even if we both break down tonight and you turn your back on me, In the dark, I will reach out for your hand and I know you will grasp it tightly and you need not say anything at all, because I know all the words you’ve ached to say by heart.
By morning, all the bitterness the night time brought will be gone and I will kiss the pain out of your lips and give you all the love you’ve always yearned for.
I am an ugly thing, unworthy of the unconditional love you show me, my anger is ungodly, my mind is a mess from all the trauma it has seen, but I know I must love you because your calm breaks down my storm; your warmth chases away my numbness.
A whisper of my undying love today, a cold shoulder on the next, You must be tired, I think, You must want to leave today.
Tonight, I feel better and I want to hold you once. You push me away and I must think you don’t want me anymore. Tonight, we will crumble into fragments of a puzzle that we will not solve. Tonight, we are lost without each other and we are in the same void.
Even if we both break down tonight and you think that I must not love you anymore, read all the poetry I have written for you and about you and then, you’ll see that you’re the reason my ink never dries, you’re the reason there is always a song on my lips.