Cocoa Butter and Vanilla – Jomiloju Zoltan.
You smell of cocoa butter and vanilla.
I know because I’ve held you in my arms
Although never as a lover
It’s funny how I know almost every detail about you
You smell of cocoa butter and vanilla.
I know because I’ve held you in my arms
Although never as a lover
It’s funny how I know almost every detail about you
“Fake It
Till you make it”
The noise of it f(ee)ls the air.
Marching along the highways
Some zap by at the speed of light
And others r(high)de on wings of flying dinosaurs;
Or so they thought.
“Go tie your wrapper well, can’t you see, you have started growing breasts?”, Said ubunkhei, my 14-year old male best-friend. Mami and Papi always told me to tie my wrappers well too, especially when going to the stream because “evil spirits were always looking for people as wives and husbands” I never took any of them serious, I always felt safe in my village.
That day the preacher-man went mad, everything he did was against the church itself. When he preached, he stamped his feet on the white tiles and clasped the microphone between his palms. When he sang, the church muffled and swayed from here to there like an Iroko tree blown by the desert wind. He called out verses – he carefully picked the verses – the ones that were long, long enough to throw the congregation in disarray of whispers.
Stone,
Someone dig the ground to find you
Blood, shed for your sack
In believe that you can be gold
Mixed with fire you scream for help
Growing up for me was fun, as I had everything I wanted. I was given all the love, care and attention any girl could get from her parent. The only sad part of my growing up was that there was the ‘daddy issues’. Dad loved us like nothing else, but he was broke, and would always pass out his frustration and anger on mommy, me and my siblings. Despite this, he loved us so much that he would buy us gifts from the little he had and at every opportunity he had. He was very caring and loving, just that he took out his anger on us by being violent from time to time.
Is it really about a biological clock, or morelike a culturally imposed timeline informed by an outdated notion that in the absence of a husband – what have youreallyachieved in life?
What a perfect romance I had planned,
Still pained cause I seem not to get my pride,
Heights taken with the renegade, they do not fright,
Do we fight for romance, or is it just another unwanted flight?
I used to be ugly,
Riddled in pain,
In this maim you brought to my stage.
I allowed you detour
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