by KREATIVE DIADEM | May 14, 2015 | SHORT STORIES
She Held My Hand
“Am leaving now”, she said. Everybody knew what that meant. It meant she had done her part and would therefore very much wish to be excused so that she attended to her other schedules. Who could have blamed her when everybody was leaving? Besides, we had by this time reached the final phase of our work. “Thank you so much for the service you have rendered, it really means a lot and we do appreciate”. That was the Chief Executive Officer commending her input as far as project implementation was concerned. However, being a kind of girl she was, she made sure to shake hands with everybody as a way of saying goodbye. So it happened that I was the last and that was it.
It was in the way she held my hand. It must have lasted for eternity and it spoke more than the silence which enveloped our souls. She deliberately interlocked her hand with mine and caressed my palm. She then looked deep into my eyes again and smiled, this time blushing. I retained that gaze in the most excellent way, but her eyes so watery and lazy, made me propound that she must have been raised in a faraway planet. Still looking deep into her eyes, I noticed something very exquisite…she had that longing to be with me. Sadly, I was just a poet and could anything good come from a poet?
It was in the way she held my hand
But something good came from a poet that day, at least he expressed how he had felt when her soft hand found her way into his palm. The message I sent her that night must have caught her by surprise, for her response revealed something that I never knew existed in her hearts of hearts. She said I was the guy she always came to see, I was the guy she was so eager to go out with even if that meant giving up her job. Besides, it was only part time and the reason she had not quickly accepted full time employment at another reputable organisation unlike our own was that she had the faintest belief of capturing my attention. All she ever wanted was to see me everyday, to pass through my office and extend greetings so cozy and incalculable. I recollected all those cold mornings she brought coffee to my office, I used to think it was just a virtue of her being a partner and she did that in the name of professionalism. I regretted all of the moments I had misconstrued her gestures for friendship for she expected more.
Questions started puzzling my mind, did she really have any idea how much dumbstruck her splendour made me feel all the times we were together? Did she at any point in time, recognize how
in all our conversations I was always the one who talked less and did more of the staring? That should have granted her the clue that I was interested in her perhaps even more than she was in me.
Nevertheless, it was in the way she held my hand that day which became a determining factor of our remaining years on earth for we vowed to spend them together….and we did.
Retelling the story as it was last week and the continuation will continue after this continuation)
By me, The God Centered Poet
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 21, 2015 | POEMS
POISON TONGUE
To stay, would’ve have wished
at least for years more
Had it not been for the deceiver
Who my presence values not
They were here
Others were
She, a roaring lion chased them
The bird in the air
Had pity due to moans, endless groans
To their destiny it escorted them
now they sing Hallelujah!
Take heed as i say
That of her whisper this night past,
I heard, it was all lies
Sadly, in them you did swim
And demonised my sanity
But i won’t speak of innocence
I leave it to the Almighty
Time is a just judge
it will tell
Deceitful tongue
By the break of dawn
It came back, the bird did
Sung me a sweet lullaby
Said i had to prepare
For the journey to homeland
Where those relatives
that went before me
keep singing, Hallelujah!
Ask not why am leaving
When you never questioned
my stay
It means nothing when
It was her presence that mattered
Her words were pleasing to your sight
In them, you searched for truth
Not in mine, so go to her
How will i say Adieu
To the many seasons under your
tutelage, Father?
You’ve been the best
Though ‘ve seen the worst
From the other body
you call your own
‘Her tongue spits poison’
Label her a demigod
Reward you for that she will
To her earthly throne
Enshrined in her constitution
Is freedom of the only kind
‘Freedom of worship’
Not to anyone
But to her dictatorship
It was a vision
Arising from the sole reason;
Pain, pain and more pain
I exit parental guidance
And enter bachelorhood
In this other world
i am the captain of my Ship
if it sails backwards,
i will have myself to blame…
By me, The God Centered Poet
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 17, 2015 | POEMS
GIRL I LOVED YOU ONCE
Girl I loved you once
And that was before you showed me
A part of you which I never knew
Bitter lessons I then drew
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You showed me your waist
And granted the green lights
That I could proceed had I preferred
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We went to hebalium gardens
Where you exposed your tits
And thighs plus calculated sighs
For the touch I had maneuvered
Was flailing and hot
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
You made me see your navel
So that I would marvel
And get into the mood
Of evading the virgin waters
The wet of places never dry
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
Our spirituality was dwindling
Dreaming nasty dreams
Got attacked by demonic spirits
In the process
These evils gave them access
Girl I loved you once
And was determined to die for us
But your angelic voice
Turned out inviting but immoral
As we made those late night calls
Girl I loved you once
And that was before I realised
We were but living in sin
Then I no longer gave you affection
At a time you still expressed passion
Thus you threatened to quit
Due to lack of attention
Girl I loved you once
And that was before
We felt the guilty conscience
Then i figured out why
Heaven never smiled at us
And Oh girl! It all emanated
From the poisoned kiss
The strip tease
The lusts of the flesh
we wanted to please
But girl, though I loved you once
This is our last chance
Before we entirely forget about us
and embark a journey on separate ways
Let’s also forget about sin
and many a worldly invention
As each one works out their own salvation
And to you girl who I loved once
This poem to you should be my last
So let it teach you something
Albeit we have a common past
But sharing God’s word is a must
For eternal salvation is kept for those
Who in Christian walk remain steadfast
By me, The Whum Hero and Of course The God Centered Poet
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary For The Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ,in heavens wing..
by KREATIVE DIADEM | Mar 14, 2015 | POEMS
ABRACADABRA
(And that will be for the day)
Buuu bu buu booooo
Blast it off
Pu phu pluuuuu lulu pro
Prophets, pastors
Popo, politicians, gangsters
Rhetorical masters
You are magicians
All of you
Lolo lo lawyers, mayors
Soothsayers
You are just the same
Full of twaddle
Belonging to this name
‘Magicians’
All of you
I’ve heard of your
hocus pocus
In church, streets
Universities
Entertainment or conference centers
Donors..that day at Bingu International
How come the aid comes
With demands so rational?
And them leaders
Voice so mellifluous
But just for the instance
Bringing no transformation
Wow! Abracadabra
The supreme Deity
Will flagerrate
The nincompoopery
Out of you
Then your eyes will crop up
And serve as a presage
To the direction you are heading, hades
Or do you need new specs
To vividly foresee
The outcome of hypocrisy?
And to you recidivists
How long will you be
Held by the wrong arm of the Law
Till you bleed to death?
Retire from malfeasance
And come to to to to to light
“For the good and the Wise lead quiet lives”
(By me, The God Centered Poet and of course The Whum Hero)
About the Author
Wisdom Henry Magomero Uledi Studied Law at Staff Development Institute in Blantyre, Malawi. He is now The Publicity Secretary for the Church of Central Africa Presbyterian Youth Urban Ministry (CCAPYUM) resident in Malawi’s Capital, Lilongwe. The Spoken Word Poet is sobriqueted as “The God Centered Poet” For His recitals do the linking of souls by bringing them to Christ, in heavens wing.
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