Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Just a call
was all it would have taken
Just a letter
was all you would have written
...to get me out of this.
I admit, I made it hard for you
I was hard to reach
In a sea of success and admirers
It was all a ditch
Too hard to climb out of.
The more I struggled to tell you
The more you didn't understand
But the signs...the signs were all there
My laughter, my jokes, whenever I shook your hand
They spoke volumes I just couldn't say.
The darkness is all around
I see it engulfing me
It's a lonely place
I see it calling me
Just this last time...this last time,I will smile for you.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
I laughed at your jokes
You laughed at mine
The trees swayed in the early morning breeze
As light rain fell on the rooftops
I noticed none of these.
you dropped me at work
I kissed our daughter goodbye as you drove off
I didn't turn back as I looked forward to the day
I wish I had
The memory won't go away.
I plopped my stethoscope on my neck
My attention was now for my patients
I would give them my best today
Like I had sworn to do
Yes, nurse bring him in
Hello sir, how do you do?
Yesterday's gone, oh how It hurts to recall
The sudden realisation, the panic, the phone calls
Shut in this room with only one window
Colleagues in strange suits, keeping a distance
I see the fear in their eyes
I can barely see their hands.
It seems unlikely I would see you again
Our daughter...oh the pain
Where is the sun? How I miss it
All I see is open sky
What do I do, what can I say?
It hurts, why oh why?
(Dedicated to quarantined health workers #Ebola)
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Friday, September 13, 2013
I went to see Doctor Jumbo today
How are you? He asked
I'm not so fine doctor
My head hurts, it feels like it is being axed.
When I turn my hand like so, it hurts.
I have this pain in my feet
It seems to move from my knees right to my big toe
And whenever I bend like so, I can't even take a seat.
I can't bend my neck fully
When I try to, I feel a cramp
It hurts so bad I feel I will die
It feels like it is gonna snap.
I've had this feeling for a while
Ever since I worked in the railways
I was a handyman there
Making sure I was punctual always.
So why did I stop seeing Dr Jumbo?
For as I stood up after thirty minutes
I happened to glance at his notes
And all he had written was "pains".
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Sitting at this desk
Heater warming my feet
My body ensconced in three layers of clothing
Hands exposed, clutching this pen
The cold mist coming out my nostrils
Inhaled air, processed within.
Clock on mantelpiece strikes twelve
It is midnight
Again, I try writing this letter
The tears always come in between
Tears of loss
So much loss for so much gain.
I remember when Papa lost his land
- I say lost because he had it sold
Sold it to fulfil a dream
A dream of his young son
"Son, you can go now to the land across the waters"
"You will be the first Doctor from this village."
I remember Ada, Ada with the long and thick hair
Ada with the smile that lit the sky
We went to school together
A love like ours, no other could find
But this was not her dream
She couldn't be part of this dream.
Ten years have gone by
I now talk 'through my nose' like all the others
Memories of the sunshine get dimmer and dimmer
Memories of the green vegetation
And playing in the sand
All lost among the lights I now call home.
I can hear them now, the sirens in the distance
I know I won't be able to complete this letter
I pick my stethoscope and await the inevitable call
Another life to save
Another day away from home.
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I see him
Right behind you
Beckoning to me
To join him
He is tall
Dressed in that colour
You can't see him
But I see him
I know his name
He knows mine too
I long to go to him
Won't you just let me be with him?
He calls my name
He reaches out
I grab him
But you stand between us
With your white coat and stethoscope
Your little needles and white tablets
Keep me away from him.
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Monday, December 24, 2012
The house is empty
It was never so
Filled with laughter
We watched them go.
A while ago
We were four
We loved it so
Not any more.
Daughter one got old enough to marry
We were all happy
Son one joined the army
Still recall when I changed his nappy
We grew old together
Now he doesn't remember a thing
I'm all alone in this big house
My dear husband's here; his mind no longer functioning.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
Water seeping through
A mixture of smells, mingling
With his cries
Left at the mercy of the elements
Sun, wind, earth and rain
Soiling himself, no one to clean
She wasn't prepared for him
He'd given nine months notice
A period spent in regret
No one to advice
She doesn't know the father
Neither sees herself a mother
She's done her part
She can give no more
Could it be the hunger?
Or the exposure to the elements
Or the lack of his mother's bosom?
All too soon, he's gone
Would have been a Blessing.