My first poem recital, gone public 4th March.
Inspired by what I see
Pain I have felt a thought I never imagined sharing
Dignity I have lost
Pride I will never regain
My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”
I am awake but where do I go?
Born into the world,
My first tears on this earth as an infant
Little did I know that those tears would last for ever
Should I be drowning in sorrow?
Should I be living this life I am living?
My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”
I am awake but where do I go?
I thought I had found the right path
The pathway to the happiness I was longing for
Out of an abusive past I found myself in a new home.
A home I would call home
A home christened with love and happiness
Phew…
A sigh of relief as I unconsciously wondered
My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”
I am awake, but where do I go?
Here I was once again
Living in fear, fear of the new life I never choose to live
Bang bang…
That pondering sound shook the dry grass roofing of my thatched hut.
I unhooked the first hook
The second wench and the third chain,
That landed me on the ground.
My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”
I am awake, but where do I go?
Oyee…
He made his presence known to my company of pots and pans.
His breath paralyzed by the strong smell of our local brew.
I was still recovering from the bruises and aches from the previous night
Helping myself, I saw the anguish in his eyes
Could this be the day I rest in peace at long last?
My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”
I am awake, but where do I go?
I laid there unconscious as a result of his nightly rituals
Caught in between my life and a better after life
I remained floating as I heard women singing.
Vuka mama, vuka mama, awake woman
Vuka mama, vuka mama, awake woman.
The sixth sense I choose to ignore
“Vuka mama” they sang.
I am now awake in spirit, but it is too late…
Pearl Poems
