CREATIVE STUFF

No. 1     A careless hard worker She stands at the door exhausted, Weary at heart, I only stare, What account of work will she give I ask myself, Can I leave for a moment, To where I ask bluntly, She gives no reason cos she has none, I state clearly that it’s a no, Get back to work. She cooks all eyes on the TV, I stare and wait for the results, Soon the meal is served, I see traces of boredom, I taste the fruit of not paying attention, I am back at the gas, More determined to be filled, To enjoy and have my stomach’s desire. The complains are endless, From me to my daughter, From the neighbor to the kiosk man, I want to believe her, But the evidence has judged her, She is to blame for her ignorance, For careless care, for a thoughtless gesture, For being absentminded and big headed to understand. No.2   Darkness They say there is always light at the end of the tunnel, But which light when all I see is darkness and more d

Samples of my design work.

ELDERLY AND ABANDONED It was disheartening to watch and listen to the feature aired on one of the local stations about the elderly over the weekend who have been abandoned in homes for the elderly. It brought to me anger at the lack of moral responsibility in people. It brought so many questions in mind: How does one get to the point that they no longer care for their parents or grandparents.Do these people have relatives? What issues can make one neglect their parents in a home and never call or visit? At every question I felt pity at how this society looks at the elderly. How one can think of them as being less human than them, their only fault being that they have lived long. There was one particular man who was so shaky, he could not even eat on his own and this brought tears to my eyes. I wish I had the resources needed to alleviate the pain and anguish they feel at heart at being abandoned by their very own children. There was a time that we all believed that we are

My Everlasting Stream I was so young and naïve yet anxious to discover the source of the fracas. There was resounding joy and glee animated with happy voices, with each step I envisioned what it it could be. “Rosy, come back here!” My harsh mother’s voice rang out. “Am coming”, I retorted. I really intended to be back but not until I fulfilled my mission. I got to it and watched in fascination as children played with water. There was a flow of it, so much of it. I had not seen so much water except that of bathing. They must have been in so much joy as they laughed and jumped up and down in the water. I saw one being swept by the current. This scared the hell out of me, only then did I see her turn around and come back to the others. It was later that I learnt that she was swimming. I remembered then that my mother would abdomish me for disobeying her and ran all the way to her, we were going to visit my grandfather. This was one of those first time things that always l

Tina looks at the ceiling as she contemplates her next move, she has her cheeks soiled with tears and her eyes sore from so much crying. She stands and staggers, she has not had a meal for a day now. She falls back into the tiny bed and slowly relaxes her back on the small mattress. She slowly falls asleep, she is at it for half an hour, she wakes up with a start, sweating profusely and confused. Looking at her surroundings she realizes that she was dreaming. She sighs and stands, this time careful to hold into the rim of the bed and move round to the door. The light from outside hits her hard on the face and she holds her hand up to her eyes to shield them. She must have lost count of the hours she must have been indoors. She looks anxiously to see if Jane her neighbor is around and sees the tiny padlock hanging loosely at the door. It must be midday she tells herself as Jane always closes the door to take food to her three children in a public school a few miles from there.