2023-05-04T02:20:00.002-07:00

MOTHER NATURE..

She is Nature but we call her Mother, for she has overtime exhibited the qualities of one.

She has shown us care, for we have buried seeds in her bosom and rejoiced at the fruits which sprouted forth.

She has indulged our ebullience, shielding us from the hard, punishing crust and letting us meld into her soft folds while we played as kids, shaking our little bottoms in the breeze which she gently blew.

She has equally protected us from the blend of harshness and pleasantness which is the weather, ensuring that though they intertwine we are able to tap into and enjoy the best.. or do you not recall those hot afternoons when you found succor in the shade of her leafy branches while playing kpakpangolo?

She soothes us as a mother does, cascading gently through our bodies and depositing life and breath, we mostly know that when we ingest her liquid, we have taken in health and not death.

Do you not recall her care? Why then do you turn a blind eye to her tears?

Do you remember her love? If yes, can you explain how you -unblinking!- shove rubbish down her throat?

She is bleeding, begging and crying; her provisions in the sea flail helplessly as they are dying but you choose to wash you hands off her despair and dismay, emulating Pontius Pilate. You allege an innocence which your shifty eyes and unsteady tapping feet do not convey.

For was it not you -yes, you!- that threw a coca-cola bottle at her face yesterday? You tossed a bubblegum wrap right after! Was it not you that shoved a tin down her throat last week? You are aware it is not biodegradable and definitely not renewable!

Child, It does not take much to wipe the tears of your mother. Please, dispose of your waste properly or designate a spot in your bags, wallets or on your being to secure your waste pending when you will locate a proper bin.

Do your part and let it be left to the government to dispense funds in the purchase of properly labeled recycle bins and in the sensitization of the masses as to the dangers of harming the environment; to strive towards the stringent abolition of environmentally unfriendly practices such as gas flaring.

Be a good child and let Mother Nature breathe again. What home do we have but the earth?

©️Egiya.

Through my eyes

2023-04-07T02:44:00.000-07:00

In my head is an interrogation room. It has no windows, no doors and no glasses - like those you see in the movies which you can't see out of but know that you are being watched.

In this room is an average rectangular table - that looks like metal but doesn't feel like it- and two clear cut chairs. The room feels so cold but my skin tells me it is room temperature in here.

Most times, I hate this room.

We are only two people in it, I am sitted on one of the chairs and she is perched on the edge of the table looking down at me with a look that bears a close resemblance to a cross-pollination of concern and disdain.

Most times, I hate her.

She is me.

She stands now, hands akimbo, cross-pollinated look in place. I am forced to perpetually look up at her, she never sits on the other chair and is content with standing or perching half of her right butt cheek on the cold but not quite, metal but not quite, rectangular table.

She always wears black and she always berates me, like she is doing now..

She tells me all I'm doing wrong, how disappointed she is, a better path I could've followed, saner decisions I could've made..

I sit and listen to myself talking to me and wonder if the good cop will ever show up.

Just because..

Through my eyes