Voices in my head.
What does that even mean?
There he is once again.
Look! he just walked in through the front door
Tell me you see him now.
I said I am well, look!
He’s there holding a dagger and bloodstained daisies.
Look! He is there. Caramel-skinned boy with black shorts,
Tears dripping from his cheeks onto his bare chest.
He is walking towards us. Stay back! he’s trying to talk to me.
Leave me alone he wants to reach for my hands. Leave me alone.
I want to take hold of his hands. He is the twin brother I never knew I had.
He is bleeding from one side of his head.
Help! it seems he has a bloody gash on the back of his head.
Where did he go? Don’t go away. I want to get up and help you.
Mum will go bring bandages. Mom, where are you?
Where is everybody? Mum, I am scared. Help me please, help him.
Where are you, brother? Where are you? There you are! Why do you look so sad? Where are your flowers?
What did you do with your dagger? Where is the blood on it from? Did you kill mom?
I can’t breathe. Stop! You are choking me. Doctor! Doctor! But you were just here doctor.
It is dark in here. I thought it was afternoon a minute ago.
Why is the room suddenly so bright again? You are blinding me, put it out.
Brother, They said I am in a hospital. They said I killed mom and doctor.
I told them I know who but they said I am insane. This is our little secret brother. Our secret.
They said I tried killing myself but I told them that we had our usual playtime where we stop our breathe and swallow syringe needles.
They sent me to a special room with lights.They said I have no brother. They said I am the only child.
They said I killed mom and doctor yesterday, and dad 2 years ago. Liars!
I know who did but I won’t tell.
They said I have schizophrenia. Thank God you are here!
Tell them who you are. Tell them you are real.
I want this suffering to stop. I hate lights, but I am afraid of the dark.
I want to go home. Tell them.
She sat at her little table nipping on her last stale bread, reminiscing about her childhood. Oh, how she loved wearing mummy’s jewelry, applying to make up in ways that had not been invented, she desperately longed for adulthood. She had so many wild fantasies about college. She couldn’t wait to fall in love, she couldn’t wait to leave the nest of her extremely strict parents.
The buzz of her phone brought her back to reality, her last dollar had been deducted from her account, all her unpaid bills stared her in the face, a little to the left was the wedding invitation Michael had sent. The love of her life who she eloped with at seventeen was marrying her best friend, she still couldn’t believe it was really happening. She wanted to call her mom, but mom had told her never to call and come back after she ran away from home, dad passed away a few years later, and mom blamed her for his death to this day. *meow* the cat purred, he looked beyond starved, she could barely feed herself so the cat could go to hell she said out loud.
She headed for the bathroom, *clank* the metal bucket made spilling the water it had collected from the leaking roof, she hissed and continued to the bathroom. What are you doing!! she screamed at the guy cutting off her water supply, pay your freaking bills!! he screamed back, “which kain life be dis,” she said out loud, laughing at the Nigerian in her. Her phone buzzed again reminding her of her 4oclock appointment with her therapist, she tossed it aside, and like it read her mind it buzzed again.
“Maggie, I know you’re probably thinking of skipping today’s appointment, please don’t, if you’re not here in thirty minutes I’m coming over”. Miss Adams her therapist texted.
“I’ll be there”. She texted back.
She threw on her clothes picked up a wretched looking dollar bill and left. It felt like everyone could see how broken she was, because they kept staring, she wanted to break into a run, but she was too tired and hungry for that, so she continued walking, she walked past the meadow, it used to be her and Michael’s favorite restaurant, but now it just held heart-wrenching memories.
She laughed at a group of drunk bridesmaid flirting with the barista, these days she barely had any reason to laugh, her pillow had soaked in so many tears, it was hard to believe they all came from one person. She was so lost in thoughts she did not realize she had walked into the ever busy highway. Her earphones blocked out all the screams of lookout!!!. Bang!!, her head collided with the cold hard floor, she tasted the blood gushing out of her nostrils, even her blood tasted sad she thought, a sudden wave of peace and immense tranquility crept in, with a weak smile on her face she muttered, thank you.
SELEKERE BEKE-AKPO BECKY.
They are sheep-wolves.
The most unpleasant pleasant people.
The nice uncle and aunty
The very ones that beg my mummy not to beat me.
They are manimals,
Seeking to devour my soul
Wanting to corrupt my innocence
The niceties is only a front they put up.
They are nicely evil.
The sweets from them is the reason I have unending jedi-jedi.
Mama said not to allow anyone touch my sensors,
The aunty makes me touch hers.
Papa said I am the Lord’s temple,
Uncle constantly seeks to worship in me
I wish mama and papa could understand.
The tantrums I throw each time I’m being taken to them,
Its like a sheep taken to the slaughter.
I’m not stubborn,
I’m just human.
I watched her love him with a love as deep as the oceans.
Her love for him was as wide as the sky.
He knew she loved him.
She loved him with a love so fierce.
Her love was a flame,
It consumed her.
Burnt her entire soul to ashes.
She loved him without saying a word.
Her body mass accurately calculated
Her posture perfectly positioned
Her smile carries an aura that can not be ignored
Her movement is like strings of a guitar that is carefully struck.
In the middle of a conversation,
She walks past, you get divided attention.
Men of timber and caliber are mentally crippled upon her sight
Women suffer from the feeling of inferior complexity when in her presence.
She is a perfect woman.
Her utterances are like that of a baby sheep and her voice like that of an angel that has known no sin.
She has no fears, even an act to provoke her anger proves futile.
That’s a perfect woman.
She stands out even when she is putting on rags.
She is exceptional even when she is in the mix and toppled by other women.
You can’t take it away from her because it’s her nature.
She doesn’t try because it is her.
A perfect woman she is indeed.
Every man will do anything to have her.
But the irony of all this is, *SHE IS JUST AN ILLUSION*
*I AM #PRESH…*