Jan 042013
Even with a thousand windows open
And the many houses that lined the streets of his mind
And all the shanties befitting of his status,
He choose my own home for burglar
Armed with naked anger, he made a forceful entry
And broke my girdle
Back and forth – he took the door and manned the windows
I screamed for help but he seized my voice
With the same gun he gashed my head
Broken scalp, bloodied lips foggy eyes
I stood helpless
Not for the stolen goods did I bawl
Not for the shattered screen did I scream
I cried for the mother who birthed this thief
She must have had to put up with a lot
Off he departed before any help came
Leaving behind a virus-infected disk
In my house
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I was born in Lagos Island but stayed the most of my life in Kaduna. From an early age i devoured plenty of books, along the line the books shaped my thoughts then i began to write. Writing answered the questions that science and technology didn’t cater for…for me, writing is an exploration of the human mind and the wonders of the universe. To write, for me, is to attain Nirvana.Go to writefight's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
good write. bravo!
@writefight … as an addendum to @basittjamiu comment, it’s truly a beautiful poem, ‘I screamed for help but he seized my voice’ Keep on bard that you may attain Nirvana…
“A virus infected disk in my house”–that must be HIV! I like the choice of words.@writefight, you sabi.More grace to your elbow or is it to your fingers now? Thanks for sharing!
@innoalifa, bassitjamiu and sambright.Thank you for Stopping by. Yes it is HIV. What victims of assault suffer is severe maze of trauma and unpredictable ailments.
Oftentimes, it’s difficult to bear life’s terrible ailments but with courage, we bear what seems undearable…
This is nice…
This is a nice poem.