First Love
First love they say is sweet The sweetness of youth Magic moments , stolen kisses Sweet nothings whispered Intoxicated by dreams and promises Such is sometimes the sweetness and folly Of first love
All posts by OLUNOSEN a.k.a Simple Esan Girl
Lessons In Being Me
Focused and at peace with my inner me Confident, strong and determined Free to spread my wings Soaring above judgment Without a single care in the world Grateful at the bliss to be me Free to love , free to give and free to care The wisdom to understand The gift within That tears and … Continue reading Lessons In Being Me
Christmas
Borrowed tradition from a borrowed religion That special time of the year The mass exodus from cities , As all directions lead to our roots, homes and families We all gather to celebrate, make peace and show love Children excited at the special new clothes and shoes they receive At this special time of the … Continue reading Christmas
Strike Me No More …
Strike me no more, I plead For I am the mother of your children Your wife , your lover, your helper , Your friend , your rock and your sanctuary I have shared and carried your burden Forgiven your humanness without judgment And loved you unconditionally Strike me no more , I plead My … Continue reading Strike Me No More …
Beautiful…
My kinky black hair woven in a thick knot decorated with cowries Feline eyes , defined by bushy brows Smooth oval face show showing off my tribal marks Splashed in one direction Thick red lips parted in a smile Revealing the gap in my white teeth Charcoal shiny skin A tiny waist, well defined by … Continue reading Beautiful…
Winds…
As women, through the eyes of Eve We behold many visions and mysteries… Visions and mysteries of Love and Sacrifice, Beauty and Ugliness Joy and Pain, Laughter and Tears Water and Blood, Childbirth and Death Fertility and Bareness, Sweetness and Bitterness Hope and Hopelessness , Strength and weakness All ingrained in the sands of our … Continue reading Winds…
Hospitality Business … (Part 2)
She wondered why she was using that tone of voice. “Ma !” she quickly put on her slippers and hurried downstairs. Halima had returned and was standing behind her seat. She was dressed in a tiny dress and her nails were beautiful as usual. Aunty had a look on her face she had never seen … Continue reading Hospitality Business … (Part 2)
Hospitality Business… (Part 1)
When Uyi left for the city and returned years later in a big black car to build a house for her mother and promise take her brothers back to Europe with her, the whole village was excited. Adesuwa remembered jumping up and down with other children as she watched her Cousin step out of her … Continue reading Hospitality Business… (Part 1)
Witch Child…
Our Sunday morning began with Papa Ubong chasing little Ubong out of their little hut with a machete. He threatened to cut the little girl to pieces if she ever stepped foot into his hut or compound ever again. Mama Ubong stood helplessly watching her husband whom she honoured and respected chase her daughter Ubong … Continue reading Witch Child…
Polygamy
Tradition says a man can marry As many women as he can care for On the condition that he loves them equally Haaaaaaa ! How possible is it to love four different women the same way? When even the love a mother has for Her children are different ? How possible is it for me … Continue reading Polygamy
Baby Girl…
When I was born, I was told I did not cry as was expected of a newborn. The midwife had starred hard at me, her thick eyebrows creased in a frown, and taking me to the fire side where a clay pot boiled over in the corner of the hut , she had held me … Continue reading Baby Girl…
Without Shame…
I am fed up with hearing about virtue Such talk is but a broken record to my ears My conscience is tired And I must voice my secret thoughts and desires Without fear, shame or judgement I want to be the one who doesn’t have to be judged by marital status Doesn’t have to cook … Continue reading Without Shame…
The Ghost
Solomon Johnson was a good husband and father. In my ten years of being married to him, I had never had any serious reason to complain about anything serious. I had never had issues with him and other women, nor with money for he worked very hard and provided for us to the best of … Continue reading The Ghost
Menstruation….
The monthly sacred flow of blood That unites many women in significance To the mystery of womanhood Has many names ; Menstruation Menses Period Time, Flower That time of the month Being On Being under The wound that never heals The monthly visitor All and more are the many names … Continue reading Menstruation….
Broken China…
Knock, Knock , Knock Another life grows within her Young and unripe Prey to the stupidity of sweet words and false promises A few minutes of painful pleasure Bittersweet Has caused this stranger to grow within her Once she was like a delicate china plate With a goldmine between her legs She was taught to … Continue reading Broken China…