A PEN for TWO

MY BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW Dear Little One, Will you stay? It's been two months already But I still wonder if you'd rather go back To Heaven to be with your big sister. I'm almost sure your big brother told you To give me a kiss from him. Dear Little One, Daddy says you're The One, He says he knew it Right from the moment he first saw you. I almost broke his thumb But he says it was well worth it Since he got to call you his own. Dear Little One, Mommy is scared. You're the only child she got to see cry, Or laugh, or even move. This world is crazy and unimpressive, But please tell me you'll stay My beautiful rainbow.

RAINBOW BABY.  There are a lot of things to consider when choosing a life partner. While love is supposed to supersede all things, it's not all that matters.  "I warned you, didn't I?"  Yes, you did.  "Now, look at you." I looked at my tear-streaked face in the mirror.  "This is the third child, Yinka!" Good to know that I wasn't the only one counting. Everybody was counting.  "This same disease keeps killing them."  "It's not a disease," I spoke for the first time.  "It's now what?"  "Sickle cell anemia."  "Look, You have two options, Yinka!"  I knew what they were before she said it.  "It's either you look for a new husband, or stop bearing children that die before they can even say, grandma."  I flinched. Here I was, thinking she was going to suggest adoption.  "You don't need a soothsayer to tell you that one option is bright and clear."  ONE Y...

DEAR EX-FRIEND All I never had was your listening ears; You told me I could trust you but  When I needed a bro you saw a milf in me. My baritone voice suddenly turned angelic, My muscular chest became enticing Like a woman's breast, my innocent buttocks  Seemed to you like a lady's swaying hips. You saw my eyes like that of a damsel And my lips suddenly seemed pretty– Or maybe not suddenly– Maybe you never saw me as a male friend; Maybe you have always lusted after me, Maybe you came close just for my body. I always thought I could rely on you, That I could trust you like a male friend. I never had a chance to think; To think that you were a chameleon, I thought I had seen the best of friends. But Alas! I have only gotten 'a pain in the ass'. I could have checked maybe you were real, But I never did. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted you. Now I've lost you and the perfect times; But maybe there was never a perfect time, Maybe I never had you. ©Daisy.

THE LIFE I NEVER HAD Voom, the Danfo driver finally Ignited the engine So begin another rough day for me A day filled with hustle and bustle Another day of struggling for survival Seated in the fully packed vehicle My mind drifted away Away to a dream A dream I had at a younger age A dream of a life lived in a mansion A life lived in comfort A life where my decisions are mine A life where every come and go is a choice A life with every moment laced with joy and happiness  A life of freedom and peace  Oh, how cruel reality is It came crashing down like a mountain Like an angry lion, Ravaging and tearing down my dream And now all is lost Lost is the dream  Lost is the life A Life I never had Who would find me back my dream Who would find me my life _© MaFis_

The Beginning of the End. Had we lived in a timeless world; A world we can trap moments  and live in it forever, The world would be much better. My world would be much better. Just like yesterday, I remember, The first joyous news in a long time, I felt my spirits rise like never before.  I — am — finally — blessed — with —  the — fruit — of — the — womb. Even though it was belated,  The long - suffering was worth it. A certain type of joy radiated  on my husband's face, He smiled a way he hasn't since  we tied the knot fifteen years ago, He now has it all, or will soon have it all. Even I can finally breath here and now. O little one, you are the promise. Seconds rolled into minutes, minutes into hours, and in no time,  I'm counting down to my delivery date. I must have lost consciousness, I regained it at the hospital. It didn't have to be spelt out for me, I could see in his face that something had broken in him. Something irreparable,  somethi...

PHENOMENAL WOMAN I am a woman, phenomenal woman. I am sick and tired, tired of being seen as just a sex object. I am not addressed because of my talents. I am not called upon because I am unique. I am not important, irregardless of me being a special being. I have a lot of potential waiting to unlock itself, pending till the right moment for the world to see. But NO! It's like there's something about me that just reeks of molestation. It feels like a stamp of 'she can be used' has been placed on my forehead. So everywhere I go, It always seems to follow me like an unpleasant odour. No matter how I  try to wash it off, the next moment I'm with a male, I begin to reek of it. It pains me, whenever a discussion is raised and a female's point is brushed off. The extent of this pain of mine cannot be measured. Maybe I'm taking things to the extreme, maybe I'm taking things too personal, maybe I'm too vulnerable for my own good. Maybe, maybe not...

  MY MOTHER As an avid researcher and writer, I've read and seen many people use many nice words to describe their mothers.  They have "loving" and "caring" mothers. In fact, one person loudly claimed to have the best mom in the world.  My mother? Oh, please. Spare me all that best mom talk. Not for once have I ever taken pride in her. She sat and watched. It's probably the best thing she's ever done– seating and watching. Actions other than those were murder attempts. A dark slim woman with high cheekbones and small tribal marks that can only be noticed close up. Her favorite colors are blue and black– the colors I'm always left in, after her brutal beatings.  She sat and watched after I was born, in a small stuffy room in the outskirts of the city. When my grandma cuddled me, prayed for me, took care of me, raised me till the cold hands of death snatched her away when I was ten. She sat and watched when I moved into her tiny apartment with the man ...