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.

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Saturday, August 9, 2014


Just yesterday

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.

Just yesterday

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 day

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
I answer
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.

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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
His body

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.

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