Memories – The Lashes

~A deep breath~

~Shivering~

Wondering how I got into this mess

She’s watching

Friends are looking

The whole school is present

A habitual late comer….

1!

Ajei!

Fear in my heart

A sting on my ass

I can do…

2!!

Aish!

This second one really stings

But hey,

Think of the cheers, the ‘fans’…..

3!!!

Damn!

Hot!

~My body’s heating up~

~My eyes beginning to water~

Duke don’t…

4!!!!

Ouch!

This one is a venomous bite

Not a sting

Maybe a cobra’s

Or a puff adder’s

~Body trembling~

5!!!!!

Oh God!!!

Eh, I can't take this

~Teary eyed~

~Flaming buttocks~

Hey, be brave

She’s looking…

But I want to touch

Don’t…

6!!!!!!

Shit!!!

~Heat all over~

I’ve done it

She’s smiling at me

They cheering me...

Endured six lashes

No flinching

~Trembling~

My ass, a furnace

I wondered if my feet could take me to the classroom

Some friends cheered me

My legs didn’t fail

I got to class

I was trembling within

My emotions, a freely flowing river                    *

I built a dam around it

These guys shouldn’t see you cry

She shouldn’t see you show pain

I tried to sit

I couldn’t

Welts on my butt

The dam overflowing

No! I can take it no more

I can't

The dam burst!!!

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(This occured when i was in JSS (or Junoir High School)

This goes to all those who were able to endure Mr. Twumasi’s (gbashu) jams, Miss Agbozo, Mr Cantreph, Mr Hans, Miss(?) Dowuna (dat head mistress who makes u touch your toes as she lashes you), Mr Mensah, etc…

Oh, and how can I forget Mr. Dominic Nyame’s two goons, Monsieur Zigah, and Tonton Tiana

(pardon me if I didn’t get some of the names out)

Let Me Heal

In my bitterness I ignore you

My hate, so amplified,

I do not hear you cry

You heard when I whispered

You now scream and I refuse to hear

….and it continues

How much I yearn to hear you cry

To see you fall and to catch you in my arms

I want to pretend

But I’m unable to

Myself is on auto-pilot

I wish to disengage…

Please give me time to heal

The Petal’s Kiss

Rose petals falling from the sky

Bathing me in their sweet scented fragrance

I feel the soft texture all over my skin

Then an unusually large petal

Falls on my face

It turns into a mouth

And kiss’ my lips…

Robbed

He returns from work

He sees his wife

She was nude

He sees his PA* too

In his birthday suit

They were both sweaty

Initiating heated sessions

Of multiple fluid transfers

He bellowed, the PA run

He caught his wife

By her neck

Boobs juggling

He wasn’t enticed

He struck

He hit her once

He hit her twice

He hit a third

And then she’s down

She makes a call

And then another

After the third

The police are in

They cuffed him

And gave him a slap

They tell him it’s bad

To hit a woman

He retorts: “So what?”

“She is my wife”

“And I have the right”

“To give her discipline”

“That matters not”

The police replied

“You are the first on the list”

“Of wanted criminals”

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*PA – Personal Assistant

Morale of the story: If you want to be an armed robber, NEVER have a personal assistant! If possible, rob alone!!!

Based on a true rumor

Just a Call

A call, eh

Just a call o

Just a call I forgot to make

She sent me a text, I realized my mistake

So I called 700 times, she refused to pick

Now my heart is bleeding, stabbed with a sharpened stick

I sent 7000 messages, she replied none

My sorrows multiplied; at least she should reply one

I even sent another, making it 7001

In it I told her she was my sun

She’s so hot; I always have to buy a new fan

And she’s the only force that makes my blood run

If she thought there was another woman

I assured her there was none.

We were meant to be, at least, that was the plan

Darling, I plead

Just a reply

And I wouldn’t die

Like a semiconductor, I’d be doped high

And fly high like Elijah and soar through the sky

Together, we’d form a car, with you being the chassis, and me, the tire

In fact, I promise I’d wear that blue tie

Please, just reply….

A New Poem

Like charades wrapped in façades

The expressions were covered in lies

The assurance of love

The pledge of fidelity

The promise of adoration

The oath of changes

The demands of multiple second chances

Myriads of vows and resolutions

Tiring nights of passovers and crossovers

Then

Acts of hypocrisy, double standards and pretense

Then it runs out

A new one begins

And the cycle continues…

My Better-Worst Half

Darkness dawns

I’ve still not found ma way

I feel a strain, I encounter pain

She bears me down

He chokes me by my neck

I gather strength

As I try to rise

I find the strength

And succeed in killing pain

My success is transient

Pain resurrects, along with fear

Swarming around me

They taunt and rape me…

…With thorns

Pain, empowered by despair

Leaves scarlet red scars all over me

My flesh, wounded and bleeding

Becomes tender to any kind of touch

Painfully tender

Pain, helped by sorrow,

Stare into my eyes and smile

A cold smile

I shiver

Yet, my heart warms

I hated it

Pain, accompanied by anger, draws close

I feel his breath

Inhale her fragrance

I tense to pain’s kiss

Rough but sweet

This time, I didn’t reject her

I didn’t fight him

I hate that I love it

I enjoyed, and adore the thrill

Pain’s thrill

Twas erotically fulfilling

I desired pain in me, and yearned for its sear

I felt him plough through me

I craved pain’s caress and called out her name

I loved her abusing my body, fingering my internal organs

Dissociating my soul from spirit

I can do without pain no more

Pain, my eternal companion

I bow to you

Pain, my air

 I’m resigned to you

I’d have and feel pain than anyone else.