NINE

Dead to him. It happened @ 9 pm. She hated 9 pm. Her dad died @ 9. She'd had 9 guys n her 9 girlfriends always messed things up 4 her. Her 9th sucked in bed n slept like a log, snoring till 9. The farting was endless. Her nine o'clock was always a headache. She hated work. It'd been 9 months n her boss still made passes @ her. 9 weeks ago, she'd woken up in a bedroom with no clothes on, a sharp pain in her abs n 9 guys sprawled on the floor, blacked out. Her step-father raped her on her 9th birthday n 9 days later, her mum died. She'd run away from home 9 times n got adopted by a family of 9. She was a sucker 4 9 inches especially after her 9 hr day job n cud basically pass 4 a pussy,9 lives. Today, she wanted to change that. She planned to have the best moments of her life @ 9 n all the way thru 9 to change her jinx. The r.s.v.ps showed up in mobs, before 9. Her bitchy aunty also showed up in a bubble dress, felt out of place n borrowed her hot pants to stun. She dint mind the cougar. She couldn’t do much harm with her mouth stuffed with dick. The 9am djs had come all the way n were blazing the air with 9 genres of music. It sounded so comical but she had baseball caps wit number 9 on them, 4 all the dudes. At 9, food n drink was flowing when she called 4 a toast. "To all the 9s in the house, "she said." all the 9s in the house.’’ the mixologist distributed the cocktails, the turntablists spinned the wheels of steel, the invitees danced in n around the pool, the forks n knives danced around the food. It was 10, no drama. Her smile was now ear to ear. She gracefully glided through the set up, from the lounge, to the bedrooms; to the pool n couldn’t control her joy. The girls were doing truth or dare n the dares seemed 2 revolve only around lap dancing n making out. Call it blonde creativity. Dudes, on the other hand were doing beer-pong, n standing right @ the edge of the table in a drunken stupor was her aunt, rubbing her ass @ whoever felt up 2 the task. U only had 2 run a compliment by her n u were in business. N her business was real steamy. The host trodded on. Single, carefree and on top of the world. Then she ran into Mesh, she'd said hi to half his drink before he saw her. She wanted 2 spit in his face but surprisingly, burst out laughing. Mesh's girl was downstairs having fun. She pulled him into one of the rooms n put an out-of-bounds sticker on the door then locked it behind her.30 minutes later, she left the room, leaving mesh cuffed 2 the bed. She went 2 her room and put on a bikini then ran out and jumped into the pool. All the dudes followed, n so did the chiqs. Those without drawers swam commando. The night rolled on. Pool volley followed n beer funnels 4 the losers. The grinding was intense. The free rollers, host and aunt made the others cling 2 their mee tighter. It was dawning now n everyone was happy. All the rooms n bathrooms were occupied n hampers had 2 get creative or die horny. No one knew where Mesh was...n no1 cared. 7am, Sunday, hung downs n blackouts ruled the morning. She stood on the balcony, pictured the success n smiled. The remaining drinkers lounged on the couch, puking n playing video games. She loved this. Drunken bodies had 2 be dragged out of the bathrooms 4 people 2 freshen up. Condoms were strewed mostly @ the scene-of-crime. Suddenly the splash came, cheers, then silence! Someone screamed, then everyone took 2 their heels. Some guys, still strong enough 2 swim pulled Joe out of the water. Sm1 attempted CPR but ended up throwing up in Joe's mouth. The ambulance arrived n the medics did all they could. it was a code 10. The ambulance left empty. It was a cop case. Amy looked @ her watch, 9 am. She glanced @ the yard 4 the last time as she was pushed into the cop car. The lockless back door slammed shut. Nine 10-Amy 0.
© Ian

FEMME FATALE

She practically put the E in femme fatale. Her business was basically to have men eat straight from her palm. And they would with no queries. A multinational business enterprise was her ‘’TITLE.’’ You would think she worked with some magic wand, ‘’fairy femme fatale.’’ Sirens could literally go off the victims’ heads when SHE walked passed them. Her beauty like any other beauty had a purpose, DESTRUCTION!! The spotlight was on her, she had the world revolving around her. It was as if she was running a puppet show and the puppets were obedient, moving to her rhythm. Anything she put on was undoubtedly glamorous. Her heels gave her that extra spark; she worked them with such ease. Elegance was the only word that came out of people’s mouths whenever she walked past them, men and women alike. It was her year and she was undisputed for 365 days. Lest I forget her smile, man that smile was worth a million bucks. It was more like her headlight, a notification that she was in the area. Red lights, traffic came to a halt, you’d think a presidential motorcade was cruising through. She was the ish!!!!!! Her flawless body and her command of the only language she knew all too well, English; made married men and the single ones alike drool whenever she graced their gaze with her presence. They were at her every beck and call, the queen B if you like. Fortunately or unfortunately, she only lives in my IMAGINATION.
© Nana.

SOLACE IN DARKNESS

She sat in the dark reminiscing on what could have been the beginning of a fulfilling life. SAD, she thinks to herself, sad that she is in a relationship that not even her heart understands, more like a marriage of convenience. Her promise in the past after countless breakups was to love herself first, genuinely before she could let anyone ‘’control her emotions’’. But unfortunately it (her promise) did not come to pass as planned; she trusted and loved so easily. This ‘’relationship’’ is only to ‘’keep her mind at ease’’ she thinks! Well the only thing it is bringing in is chaos to her mind and heart and she keeps hoping that all will be well, that her love will be reciprocated, that she will one day hear those words, ‘’I LOVE YOU’’ from her better half. ‘’I am not so good at this relationship THING’’ she was told at the beginning of their courtship. She however understands that hope is vital, so she will stay optimistic to the end of time if that is what it takes to hear her ‘’love’’ utter those very heartwarming words to her. Greener pastures she searched for, but to no avail, none of them gave her the challenge that she has now found hard to live without. ‘’they are all too EASY,'' she thought. Where she gets the strength and patience to deal with this bond, she does not understand. Her motto; one day at a time and maybe just maybe, she will not lose what’s left of her sanity. But until then, her sanity reckons that she should find solace in darkness where no one sees her, deep into the night. Where she can think of no one else but HERSELF.
© Nana.

Smitten thug

He'd had sticky fingers 4 as long as he could remember.frm money, watches, bracelets, phones n rings 2 the bigger stuff, and had grown smooth @ it over the years. That day he showed up @ the wedding wit h 1 thing only in mind...a quick buck. N that’s what he had thought he'd gotten when he pinched her phone. He moved some paces away intending 2 disable it when she turned. His knees turned to warm jello. She was GORGEOUS!!!His brain started working overtime. She saw this handsome gentleman walking towards her. She had a boyfriend but damn! This dude was hot! "Hello Madame? I think this belongs to you," he said, handing her back her phone. His voice was OMG! She was so overjoyed and subconsciously gave him a tight hug. "Thank u, thank u, and thank...u! How can I ever repay u?"His brain was in fool gear. "How about coffee next week?" she accepted, gladly and wrote her number under his collar. He was fired up. That night he called her. Her boyfriend had flown out so she got naughty. They had phone sex n both liked it lots. Had a blast in fact! The following day was Sunday. They both couldn’t wait. He asked her out to dinner. They met in town. He had borrowed a car. The ranch was their last stop. Exotic dinner tables set in the middle of a ranch, how romantic. She thought otherwise. Desperately wanted 2 get out of her clothes. Man, this guy was smooth. They left the ranch n headed 4 a park. They tried almost everything n it was fun...it was now evening. The sun was just going down when he had a crazy idea. "Let’s follow the sun till it sets." he opened the Audi door for her, jumped into the driver's seat n drove off in frenzy. He had been a getaway driver @ some point n proved he could outpace the sunset.2 hrs n 350 miles later, they stopped n parked on the side of the road. He took out a bottle of champagne n 2 glasses from she-didn’t-know-where it came from n popped it. They sat on the hood, watching the sun go down, then went french just as the last rays kissed the sky goodbye. Out of the blue, sirens could be heard everywhere. Opening her eyes on realizing how rigid he'd become, she saw countless ugly muzzles pointed @ them. They took him n bundled him in the back of a waiting car without reading him his rights. They whisked him away. she was questioned then asked 2 accompany them to a station to write her statement. She was requested 2 appear on demand n taken home. Monday morning she got a phone call, Thula Mwasame had committed suicide @ 4am that morning. "Word of advice lady, let past memories be the lasting ones."
© Ian

Mum's heart

She loved me so much. I dint know. Her mannerisms were peculiar. She was hot alright but I didn’t feel her vibe. The presents were endless. I made it clear, hug, ass-out hug was as far as we'd go. She knew almost everything about me, even my dog's birthday. She'd buy mum that teapot she wished for to go with her rare china clay coffee mugs, my sister that prom dress she wanted to impress with, my little brother that play station game he so desperately yearned for and me that awesome shirt I dint even want. She'd stick around no matter how cozy I got with my girlfriends just to make them feel bad about themselves. She'd talk to me about that sick aunt or that uncle in the states who I didn’t even care about, just to lock them out of our conversations. She was the first @ the hospital when I got involved in an accident n dutifully saw me out of the wheelchair hated her guts. Her fruitless quest led her to my mum. Poor, old, frail, diabetic mum. She was a girl after my mum's heart. My mum was the first person 2 ride in her car when she bought it. When mum fell sick n I was like totally broke, she took charge n opened her wallet generously 2 settle her bills. She bought my little sister her first jisty phone n enslaved my brother with a bike. Mum was elated. I was disgusted. Then Candy broke my heart. Mum scolded n asked me why I couldn’t pluck the grapes right in front of my face n stay happy forever. I just didn’t feel her. Then it happened. She asked me out to dinner. I reluctantly accepted. Then she brought up the subject. I didn't realize I was so indebted to her. Men usually do this but she asked me first, ‘will u marry me?" I laughed. In fact, right in her face. She wasn’t joking. She'd had enough. I only saw the blade glistering in the candlelight momentarily before it sliced me. I passed out. When I came to, my mum was in the same hospitals. The bandages on my face serving to reiterate the gravity of the situation. I had lost my vanity. I no longer had my face. She surely got 2 my mum's heart.
© Ian

IN HER OWN TERRITORY

I know of this person
This person who has locked herself
In her own territory
A territory where angels fear to tread

She hides behind her smile
This smile which hides her miseries and sadness
Her innocent face spells laughter,
Joy and happiness to the outside
But hides cruelty

Her smile hides plenty
It certainly excludes anyone who thinks otherwise
At the end of every dark tunnel, there’s light
And so this person, is lovely in so many ways
And deserves to be happy and in smiles.

© Nana.

BLIND FAITH

Funny how you confuse and intrigue me all at once
At times I hate that I cannot spend time with you
Or even talk to you as much as I want to
But then I hear your voice, and that feel of ‘hate’,
Vanishes in thin air

I confess that I love you and hate you with the very same passion
I love every single ounce of your being
But hate that you cannot with the same passion, confess that
You love me, as much as I LOVE YOU
Can’t help but wonder if you love another or maybe, just maybe
You love me more than I love you.

Hope is vital.
So I will keep hoping, stay optimistic
That you will eventually utter those words
Those three words and yeah, did my math, eight letters
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

© Nana.

INDEPENDENCE

I was in pursuit of happiness
Looked for it in all the wrong places
Promised myself that I’ll be fine once I get it
I’ll be good; I know I’ll be good
So I was told by my inner voice…………..

Concerned voices asking,
What’s next after the jean sagging bagger?
Are you ready for a more preserved brother?
You know, one who is cooperate
A tie and a suit more appropriate………………..(helllll no they’re all the
Same)

Finally doing me,
Damn it feels so right!!!!!
Finally got my shit together
Finally got through the bad weather
‘’say baby am a star tonight, am up in the sky tonight
For the world to see I ain’t thinking about you, baby imma do me
tonight ‘’

You can’t handle me right now
Watch this space,
Cause am planning to go all out
Bring out the CONFETTI,
We celebrating my INDEPENDENCE

© Nana.

CALM IN THE MIDST OF CRAZY

“Don’t listen to what people say’’
And just like that,
In a split second,
Without any effort,
Your voice creates beautiful echoes,
That serenades me,
And behold, peace in my mind
For a while, the dust settles

Your touch,
Oh so heavenly,
Soft palms that give me comfort
With a caress so tender
And full of love, life, peace, care
I could go on,
And still would not find the right words,
To describe the serenity I feel
When am wrapped up in your arms.

With my head on your chest,
And your heartbeat, creating melodies
That I could sing to,
An assurance,
That in the midst of crazy,
I could find peace in your embrace.

© Nana.

FREESTYLE

Your being I long to caress
Long enough to feel the bliss
Of your kiss
On my lips
My feelings express
And hope you feel the same none the less.

© Nana.

WHAT WAS AND WHAT IS

Principled, I am, or was
You got me twisted and it is so severe,
That I don’t understand myself at times
I could swear that you’ve put me under a spell
You’ve got me breaking all the rules

I was never one to bend my rules
But,
Those walls I built are all tumbling down
Feels like I’m a whole new person
I just don’t know how to cope with what I have become

Tell me, is breaking my rules worth it?
Because if at the end of it all it’s not
I would not know how to find who I was
Found it in me to accept that I am your voodoo doll
I do only what pleases you

My wishes are in material,
You redeem me from captivity
I AM YOUR SLAVE

© Nana.

BE TRUE TO MYSELF

Today I stood in front of my mirror
This mirror which I dread
Because I feel it looks right through me
And it scares me because I hide behind this persona
A trait that drives me to the edge
My alter ego

My image is trying to reach out for me
Trying as much as it can to be its old self
It does not desire to be the image anymore
I can do bad all by myself, It screams
I do not need anyone to tell me how to live my life
I need to put up a light in this dark hole I have put myself into

I need to break free from these chains
I am tired of these frowns; they only add wrinkles to my face
See I am worn out with all the sermons about who I used to be
You can do all yourselves a favor and stay out of my business
You do you and I am definitely going to do me
I cannot let you hold me down
You cannot hold a strong woman down
I can only be true to myself.

© Nana.