by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 14, 2015 | FLASH FICTION
H IS FOR HIV
Something has happened. She knew right away because she felt it once
she entered the room. It was in the doctor’s eye. Pity was dancing in
the mire behind the glasses that made his eyes look like two huge
white balls decorated with black. She sat down without removing her
eyes from the doctor’s lens.
“In the test for HIV, we do not say negative or positive initially.”
Why was he starting with the negative? She knew the reason.
Stop the Stigma
“We say reactive and non-reactive.” Just break the news and forget
about the formalities. Her mind raced through all the means she would
have gotten it. That needle that the hairdresser used at the hair-care
shop? The kiss with that strange man at the bar? Was it that one night
thing with Fred or whatever his name was?
“You have to come back in six months at most for a more conclusive
test. The virus might be on a window period.” She could feel her
throat tightening.
It must be the way that girl that she saw having an
asthma attack in their secondary school felt. It was single, heavy
breath that came out like a struggle. She felt her view of the doctor
getting misty.
“You are not reacting to the virus. .You can go now.”
And her lungs wanted to explode with joy as her mouth and nose open to
let in air.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Buike Onah is a poet, a writer and a blogger. His has appeared in many
publications like Naijastories, Black Boy Review, Bukrepublik,
Kalahari Review and on his blog buikewrites.blogspot.com
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 12, 2015 | POEMS
FREE AFRICA!
Free, Africa! I’m free!
Burnt, the roots of the oaktree
Under which I was kept
Evil custody where I was left
Broken the bottle and the chain
Making me the dearest son of pain
Sleepless nights I remember
Dwelling in my cold chamber
Like a soul at a crossroad in hell
Like an empty bucket praising a dry well
AFRICA!
Free, Africa! I’m free!
Crossing the Mediterranean Sea
The blue horizon is at reach
Away forever, has gone the witch
The path to the skies is wide open
Like the eyes of that dawn of children…
No more burial for my soul
No more answering a midnight call
The rivers can sleep quietly
The bees are blessed for their honey
Free, Africa! I’m free!
That is what your odds told me
I don’t need to know why
I had been tied in the dark night
Only the smiling and charming dawn
Is sitting on my life’s throne
Free, Africa! I’m free!
There is no chose that can hold me
Free, Africa! I’m free!
If I’m free, then you are free!
RAY NDEBI
About the Author
My name is Théodore René Ndebi, born in Cameroon. I graduated in Banking Management. But what really makes me proud and happy is WRITING !!!!! I started writing around 1990. I write the most I can.
I mostly write for children’s future. As a child, I had always dreamt of a world where poor children and orphans could be happy as well. I have many unpublished collections in French: Chaque Jour Un Poème, Rêve D’un Soir, La Missive Du Petit Prince, Suis-Je Assez Bien Pour Toi… I’m also author of unpublished novels in French (Cierge Noir, Plus Violent Que L’amour, Les Fruits De La Tempête…). My first published novel; THE LAST GHOST/Son Of Struggle got published in 2013 by AuthorhouseUK; it appears in the LOS Angeles Times Festival Of Books Catalogue 2014 Page 8. Available online @ Amazon, Kindle, AuthorhouseUK, Barnes & Noble, Indie. I wrote numerous award winning texts. I am a Book Reviewer and Translator. I am a member of OneAfricanChild since 2013 and Co-Founder of Le Salon Du Livre Yaounde-Cameroon. You can check my works on: authorrayndebi.wordpress.com.Ray Ndebi on Facebook, @RTNdebi on Twitter, Facebook Page My Soul & Mon Ame.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 11, 2015 | POEMS
The forbidden fruit: Premarital Sex
Sweet at its first taste,
Sweeter at its second taste,
Sweet when the party is still willing,
Sour when the result surfaces.
Dressed in fine apparel cloth,
Portrayed to be as strong as an oak,
As beautifully elegant as it looks or seen,
Everlasting enjoyment is just but a dream,
Its bitterness surface at its result,
And the seeming love is soon replaced by hurts,
Soon afterwards it is realised,
That all along it was just a Greek gift of greed.
Forbidden fruit
Its seed looks as tiny as an ant,
But its fruit springs up as a giant,
When the fruit begins to surface,
It becomes an endless harvest of ill- fate.
Forbidden!
Yes it is,
Yet it has the highest bidder,
The sweetness of the seductress cannot be ignored.
True!
But who says the fruit can be adored.
The forbidden fruit is better left,
Only to be eaten when the time is best,
For when man tries to get near,
Nearer and nearer is the drawn.
About the Author
Kayode Folayemi is a graduate of the University of Ibadan and was a pressman all through his stay at the University.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 11, 2015 | POEMS
PHARISEES
Once upon a time were
Certain men who pored
Over scrolls and much fanfare
To attain the history of the Lord
These were men with intelligence
Who walked the streets head high
Others bowed to look through their lens
Into the promise of the Most High
But the Nazarene came to change history
Challenging all they knew of the Books
He came and told a different story
Of forgiveness and how Heaven looks
Pharisees
So they plotted, planned and maimed
One who held the world in His hands
Using His shield better than they aimed
They set the time for breaking Hell’s bands
So today we thank them for their duty
But yet urge their descendants to take heed
In their anger they put into Earth beauty
Refusing to believe, unknowingly letting God lead
Tosin Oguntuase
About the Author
Tosin Oguntuase is a graduate of Economics from Nigeria’s premier University. She loves reading, writing and amusing herself in her head. She currently teaches in Abia State.
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Apr 9, 2015 | FLASH FICTION
FREEDOM
I had barely entered the huge gate when his large eyes pointed in my direction like the nozzle of a gun in search of its target, his gaze fastened to my figure like the canine of a lion holding its prey. As his eyes pierced through my whole being, I managed to returned the gaze and there was a divorce between his married lips and his gap-toothed dentition was revealed.
His reddish-brown colored teeth were glazed with plague and edges of the crown worn out like a blunt knife. As I walked in his direction, I could see his wrinkles like columns of ridges as they covered the smiles like a blanket. Midway into the walk for a handshake with him, the stench of his mouth almost dragged my legs backwards. I managed to let out a wry smile instead of a smirk as I stretched my hand to shake him. The furrows in his callused hand almost sapped strength from my tender skin as he held on to it like a trophy.
How much do you treasure your freedom?
He was a tall man in his late seventies with a sagged potbelly which looked like a deflated tyre. He was scantily dressed with just a red towel around his neck and a black faded boxer shorts. As we took a stroll, I could see his back with a nicely drawn map of scars spotted with flakes of eczema. I tried to steady my gaze looking into his eyes and I saw compassion plugged into the sockets of the eyeballs. He often scratched his bald head which looked like a valley of water surrounded by white ferns.
He was highly respected among his clan as they all gathered to look at me like a circus show. Some grinned while others beamed with smiles but all was from a considerable distance. As we approached the Chapel for a fellowship meeting, his deep weakened voice cried out to others, “It is time for fellowship, let us gather here for prayers”, he said. At the sound of his voice, they all gathered to arrange the Chapel for a fellowship meeting. While they were putting things in order, he took me aside to have a word with me,
“I have been here for the past 25 years, I am a lifer* and only what brought me here was an act of anger which went out of hand”.
He cleared his throat and continued,
“I caught my wife red-handed sleeping with my best friend, and without thinking twice, I strangulated my best friend and the fight paralyzed my wife till today”, he said.
My hands shuddered, my eyes blinked and my heart bled like a thumb in the midst of thorns as it raced faster than a FERRARI.
“My humble submission is that whenever you are angry, just pause for ten seconds before you take the next action and do something great with the freedom you have”. He advised with his gentle fierce look.
*Lifer: a prisoner sentenced to life in prison.
***Purely fictional and creative thoughts of the writer.
© 2015 by Osho Samuel
About the Author
Osho Samuel Adetunji is a graduate of Mechanical Engineering from Nigeria’s premier University, University of Ibadan. He is a poet, a blogger, a Public Speaker, an on air personality with a knack for short stories, inspirational articles and poems. He is a great thinker, creative and dexterous young man who does not only believe in excellence but also extols the tenets of discipline, hard work and effectiveness. He is an award-winning individual who is multifaceted and consistently measures success by effective impact.
He is a writer per excellence with articles published on VAVANE AFRICA, THE SCOOPNG, KONNECT AFRICA, Paarapo and Home zone media. He co-founded THE COURTROOM in 2012. He is the founder of KREATIVE DIADEM, a new initiative which kicked off on March 1, 2015.He is an inspirational young man who is addicted to going an extra mile in all facets of life. He is also a lover of football, tennis and boxing. You can follow him on Twitter with the handle: @inisamosho.
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