The Soldier’s Wife #stopWar

It’s 9pm and the cell phone sings a tune.
She swipes to green to accept the call:
“Who calls so late?” The answer tells of misfortune.

There’s silence as she relives the bullets he received,
Calling for help in gargles on the battlefield
And dropping in the smoky marshes to join the deceased.

Silence as she shakes the thought and thinks of a plan.
Resurrection? Cloning? Parallel universes?
Silence as she seeks retaliation for the death of her man.

The buzz on the line doesn’t take her mind of it,
As she sees her life and his as a silent flick
Rushing in her brain, rambling and troubling in quiet.

Silence as she feels her pulse rise uncontrolled,
And darkness falls as her thud slams the ground,
And the receiver crashes out of her lifeless hold.

(c) Nyonglema

Mum #mother #RIP

As a little boy, I wondered why I have a mum.
All she did was shout when I was gaming;
Whip me when the VHS entertained me;
Slap me when with friends we played crazy;
Force me to make up our room;
Keep me away from my darling TV.

But as I got older, I now know why I miss my mum.
What she really did was teach me discipline;
Tell me to focus on priorities;
To choose friends wisely, cherish friendship,
To keep my life in order no matter what
And to love what I have, while dreaming of what I could be.

She brought peace when we threw punches,;
She brought delicious meals at dinners and lunches;
She cheered loudest at success, and consoled my failures.
The cohesion felt when the mum gathers her chicks
Fades away when her time is done on earth.
So now I know why I had a mum,
But how will she know I wish she wasn’t gone?

(c) Nyonglema

Sacrifice #Ebola #nurse #doctor #Liberia #SierraLeone

Dedicated to the soldiers in the Ebola fight: all Liberia, Sierra Leone, Guinea nurses and doctors, and international volunteers. Below some names of soldiers alive or dead who’ve helped our humanity in no particular order:
Pauline Cafferkey, Abraham Borbor, Samuel Brisbane, Victor Willoughby, Diana Sarteh, Teresa Romero Ramos

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The alarm growls “Wake up!” in song into her sleeping ears
As slowly she opens brown blood-shot eyes
To swipe upwards at the pulley menu on the buzzing screen
To dismiss the noise and jump out of warmth into ice
Cold morning brings to her bones with draughty jeers.

Off into the cold she drags her tired body.
Off to the hospital where she spends long days and nights,
Fighting death in guerrilla battles – some she’d win
Some would come back as knife-sharp nightmares and fright-
As she cared for the mildly sick and critically sick bodies.

“Today is special though” her fear-stricken heart surmises
As she walks in and switches apparel and goes working.
Today’s different: the heat in the astronaut gear;
The multiple scrubs; the care to take everywhere you’re walking;
The hope…no….prayer that your bit suffices to grow survivors;

Living the working day through a visor: Different.
This deadly virus vying for plague of the millennium
By bringing entire families to the pier of the Styx,
Fills the ward where she must administer care and calm delirium,
While calming her pulse enough that she would be efficient.

Can they hear her heart beat? Can they smell her fear?
Just a drop from the wrong spot on her exposed skin
And she’d join them here without the white armour,
Swinging on the balance of life from a kinked shoe string,
Unable to bring the love that brought her here.

Yes. She knows it might be over at any time:
Her ardour, her love, her care, her own piece
To the fight against the miniscule giant threat.
But she takes up her arms to fight the disease,
A soldier of love giving new hope to the living and the dying.

(c) Nyonglema

Thoughts while on the plane #flying #plane #airport #aeroplane #takeOff #frequentFlyer

– I –
Alu tube wings stretched on the ground,
Eyes turned outside to the turbine’s sound.
Then the dash,
And in a flash
We are happy birds casting disdain on the ground

– II –
Little littered specks amidst human nests
Without a rustle just lying on their breasts.
Each time I stare in wonder
Of what thoughts they ponder
These birds with human beings in their chests.

– III –
What’s that tremor? What does that light mean?
Why are we tilting? Why the sudden lean?
Why’s my heart with Vettel?
My palms a morning petal?
Love, hold me as we traverse this blue screen.

(c) Nyonglema

To the Unborn #9DaysforLife #abortion #proLife #USCCB

Dear You,

Love or lust cast you in the heavenly mould,
Where the Breath that heaves this chest mine
And those two breasts locked in their romantic hold
The night you first became human,
Filled your unicellular can
With life. And your mother could sure feel the sign.

But hate or mistrust casts you in the deadly cold
Without cloth or hope nor breathing equipment thine
As the doctor – ironic at 9 months birth you he would –
Pulls you from your Earth to space,
The vacuum you aren’t equipped to face
To take that life away as mother and/or father your fate decline.

Cry not as your electric pulses die with your parting soul,
But cry for the comfort of myopic mum murdering with confused mind,
For purity fills your innocent soul leaving the fleshy fold
To rise to Heaven
Loved, hated, unleavened.
Cry but that your early death may be last of its kind.

Go well brave You, until we meet on the other side.

With love,
May-Have-Been-Your-Friend

(c) Nyonglema

You Can #beChange #startChange #haveFaith #believe

Change beckons to the souls of erring humans

Walking this abyss of lies and false promises,

Oblivious of the lives beside, of cheerful instants

They miss with eyes fixed on the AFCON premises.

 

She gestures grandly in frantic frenzy,

But the eyes stay fixed on the soccer game

Till from white the blood taints them red and bronzey,

Then it’s over, and we all start to complain:

 

“The weather’s not right, the traffic’s too tight,

Corruption’s rife while thieves play with our taxes,

The economy’s gonn’ nose-dive, relationships turn to strife,

And that report’s not right, and that’s some fallacious praxis!”

 

She gestures, then whispers, then shouts to all:

“One domino’s tumble can make millions to fall;

Take that one step like when you first stopped to crawl.

You can be and bring change. Even the sequoia started small.

 

So off your complaint hats and choose your battle

Carefully, and that one cause go champion cheerfully.

If each a battle picks and the status quo rattles,,

What wave of change we’ll all see here today!!”

 

(c) Nyonglema

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