Monday, May 14, 2012

"I am not my hair, but my hair is me"

This piece is more of a 'journal entry' than creative writing. But considering the description of this blog is that it's where I put my thoughts and feelings into words, it seemed quite fitting to post it here. Maybe a few girls can relate to this.


The Aussie shampoo philosophy is "there's more to life than hair but it's a good place to start" and this sums up what I believe hair is all about.
I've been doing a lot of self-reflection/ soul-searching lately (I guess nearing the quarter century age mark does that to a person, lol :)) and I've come to realize that any time I've done something drastically different to my hair, it was concurrent with some changes in my life. I won't say my changing hair led to life changes but in a way, the hair always seemed to finish off or complete what my inner self had already started.
Roughly about a week ago (at the time of writing), I cut off my hair. A few months prior to that I made the decision to quit using relaxers, hair extensions etc, etc and literally go back to my roots. I have found that this was in a way an external manifestation of my internal frustrations and metamorphosis.
Cutting my hair has freed me in so many ways - physically; no more annoying and expensive trips to the salon for one (at least not for a while yet, haha!) and psychologically; too personal to put here ;).
I see my short hair as a new beginning, a clean slate to write on; a 'tabula rasa' of sorts. And as my hair grows, so will I grow along with it. I might make a few mistakes along the way, but that's what growing up is all about.
     - 3rd May, 2012
My 'tabula rasa'  hair ;)

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

My Sister/Me

This poem was inspired by the relationship I share with my dear sister and I wrote it one vacation when we were spending the holidays away from each other. To have a sister and consider her a best friend is one of the greatest blessings a girl can have and one which I always thank God for. The poem says it all, so read and enjoy ;).


Two halves of a whole
that's what we are.
I'm here, you're there
Still,
Feels as though you're here
and I'm there.


As opposite as night to day
Yet the same in every way.
I shout,
You whisper.
Just a glance 
and a secret is shared.


We laugh
and it's the same.
You fall,
I feel the pain.
I annoy you,
you annoy me
Yet,
we're two halves of a whole.
One mind, one heart, one soul.
                     - July, 2009. 

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Flying Free

I'm posting poems because I haven't had time to focus on writing a full-length story. This poem is also another 'blast from the past'. There are two reasons why I haven't posted any of my newly written poems; 1. they are still too personal for me to put out here and 2. there aren't that many new poems of mine (yet). I'll have no choice but to put them up once I run out of these old ones, lol. Enjoy and let me know what you think ;).


Came at the right time
though it was the wrong time;
felt like it should be a crime.
But how can something so perfect
ever be wrong?

Gave me the courage to do
All I never could
because I was too much a fool
To take that scary step,
To find what was out there,
To find a breath of fresh air.

Not sure what it is,
It certainly feels like bliss,
Something that sets me free
that I'm glad I did not miss.
                     - 2009.   

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Doubting...

Yet another blast from the past i.e 2005. I wonder how many people have found themselves in this situation, not knowing how the other person feels about you.... Let me know what you think.
Enjoy ;)!
* * *

The anxiety is smothering me,
Threatening to pull me under.
Here I’m not meant to be,
Here on the verge of surrender.

The wondering is choking me,
Trying to halt my breath.
Can you not see
The nearness of my death?

The questions keep hounding,
Finding me in my deepest refuge.
These doubts are abounding
Like an unannounced  deluge.

Capture the anxiety,
The wondering do let flee
Give answers to these questions
And doubts turn to mere apparitions.

Then finally will I be sure
Of all that I feel.
That here you’ll always be,
Only mine forever more. 
                    - February, 2005.




Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Betrayal


Here's another piece I just dug up - this laptop has been hiding things from me! - can't remember when I started it, but it's incomplete. So I'm posting the little I've written so far and will commit myself to finishing it and posting the rest here. 
Betrayal is something we all have experienced at one time or another, in different ways, so I hope some of you can relate. If not, just enjoy :)!

Pokuaa woke up feeling as though she had been ran over by a car and then beaten with a cane. She got up slowly and sat up on the bed, wondering whether she had dreamt about the events of the previous night. Getting up carefully, she went to the mirror in her room and stared back at her reflection. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying herself to sleep. Her lips seemed to have forgotten how to smile and her nose was blocked. The sight of her own face made her even sadder bringing tears to her eyes once more and causing her to remember the reason behind her unhappiness.
                She had been reading over her lecture notes when her boyfriend had called to tell her he was on his way to see her. She had been ecstatic because it had been a while since she saw him; he had been busy trying to finish a project which was taking up all of his time. After the call she had quickly freshened up and tidied her room up a bit. When the knock on the door came she knew it was him and opened it with a broad smile on her face. Her smile slowly faded as she noticed the somber look on his face.
                “Yaw, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” she asked him worriedly.
                “Can I come in?” he asked, brushing off her question.
She opened the door wider to let him in and closed it behind him. She paused for a moment wondering what could possibly be making him behave so seriously.
                “Can I offer you anything to drink?” she asked him in an effort to ease the tension which was quickly settling in the room.
                “No, I’m ok,” he paused. “Ermm, we need to talk…I think you should sit” he said carefully, not looking at her.
                “Ei, you sound serious papa” she responded with a small laugh as she sat on her bed. He did not return her laugh and this made her even more nervous.
Yaw pulled up a chair and sat facing her. Pokuaa waited, he seemed to be mustering the courage to speak. She braced herself, still wondering what it was that was so difficult for him to say.
                “Ok, I’m listening. I’m all ears” she said with forced brightness trying to hide her nervousness.
                Yaw took in a deep breath and exhaled. “Ok. Pokuaa, here’s the thing. You know I care about you a lot, right?” Pokuaa nodded, feeling confused and wondering where this was going. “But…” Yaw paused.
                “But…?” Pokuaa prompted.
                “I don’t think this relationship is working and I think we should break up,” Yaw let out in a rush. He looked at her face, watching for her reaction.
                Pokuaa wasn’t sure she had heard right. She tried to process what Yaw had just said to her but it still did not make sense to her. “You want a break-up” she repeated incredulously. “Why?”
                Yaw suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Pokuaa, I’m really sorry but I just think this is the best thing to do. Especially considering how I have to focus most of my attention on my project work” he offered as explanation.
                Pokuaa was annoyed and confused. “You’re not the only one who’s a student, you know. Are you seriously using school work as your excuse?” she exclaimed in disbelief.
                “That’s not the only thing…”Yaw began and trailed off.
                “Ok, you have my full attention. Tell me why this sudden desire to break up with me” Pokuaa urged. She felt a wetness on her cheeks and realized she was crying.
                “Please don’t cry,” he begged with a look of panic in his eyes.
He made to hold her but Pokuaa pushed him away.
                “I’m still waiting for you to tell me why” she pressed, brushing away the tears with her hand even as more continued to flow down her face. 
                Pokuaa watched as Yaw opened his mouth and then closed it without saying a word and proceeded to look anywhere but at her face.
                She was filled with a muddle of emotions; anger, sadness, frustration, confusion. Her anger overpowered the other emotions and she lashed out at him. “If you have nothing to say to me then get out!” she screamed.
Her outburst shocked him. He had never seen her so enraged. He seemed about to say something but then thought better of it and mumbled out a meek, “I’m sorry”.
“Just get out!” Pokuaa choked out as she held the door open for him.
Yaw got up to leave and paused at the door, attempting to speak again but Pokuaa turned away from him and he left.
Pokuaa closed the door behind him and finally sank into her bed, giving in to the tears she had been holding at bay.
* * * 
To open up the doors of writing that have been shut here for so long, I open a window to some of my poems from as far back as 2005! Came across it in one of the many folders on my laptop and thought, why not start from there? I promise to write more often! I'm serious this time, lol :). So here goes. Enjoy :)


The One

The one I wish to see,
The one I wish to love,
The one I wish to touch
Is farther than above.
Like a bird without a perch
My heart flutters, searching
For that one, the one
who is its eternal perch.

The one to whom I belong
The one to whom I sing this song
The one to whom I sigh at night
Is nearer than my deepest sigh.
Like a ship after a journey
My heart anchors at the harbor
Finally finding the one,
The one I forever adore.
                   - January, 2005

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

IT'S ALIVE!!! (this blog, I mean, lol)

The last time I posted on this blog was May 2011 (disappointing, I know. I'm cringing even as I type). The way I see it, I tend to be a perfectionist especially when it comes to my writing. Wanting things to look great, professional, sound amazing etc is not a bad thing in general. But when that quest for the ultimate masterpiece gets in the way of actually producing anything, then it becomes a problem. Having recently forced myself to come to this conclusion, I am embarking on a 'revival' of this most treasured but long neglected part of my life.
I do hope those of you who have been with me from the very start will join me once again on this wonderful adventure into the joint products of my creativity and imagination.
As I've matured, I've come to realize that the adage "truth is stranger than fiction" is truer than I thought. Thus, if you feel a particular connection to any of the pieces I will be producing here, do not hesitate to let me know unless you'd rather keep that to yourself. Also, the stories and poems I post here are products of my own imagination (unless I state otherwise). Therefore, any resemblance to events past or present, or to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental (I've always wanted to say that, hehe :)).
Enjoy!!!