Belly kicks
Am glad
But afraid
The last one
Was not pushed
She dripped
Out
No caution

Am hopeful
Am grateful
Am protective
Heart down blow
Only the future
Is wise

Meanwhile
Heavy
On expectations
Drunk with excitement
Play my favorite
Instrument
Let me belt
My feelings.

It might be U 9 #fictionalstory

“He is good looking and I really like the sound of his voice but” Jackie chats with a couple of friends. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of two beautiful ladies. Jackie looks dazzling in her white jumpsuit with pink saddles that match with her simple pearl earrings. Her friend on the left is in a black crop top with skinny jeans and their pal on the left is wearing a red two piece sweat suit.

 The girls are sitting front row at a comedy show. “But what?” the friend in sweats asks and then sips on her mojito. “Emmy, I’m not ready to get into the same crazy situation. Not again…”she states with emphasis.

“Girl, you have to get over that whole situation, life has to move on one way or another.” Emmy states empathetically. “Whatever happened can’t be erased but life has opened  a new door.” She continues to console her.

“Well, she is right, you need it. U got a new job, embrace your new life.” The other friend states with her vision focused on the comedian. “I don’t think I am ready for a relationship right now.” She clearly tells her friends. “We are not even enjoying what we came to see in the first place” Jackie states. “Everything is centered around my sad life.” 

“Just to be honest, nze am enjoying the show. The two of you have turned this whole thing into a counseling session.” 

“Nya Tina, what’s wrong with you?” Emmy cautions her. “Just saying.” 

“Let’s just enjoy this show” Jackie tells the girls and they all focus on the guy cracking a joke about an impotent guy who is looking for ways to break it to his new girlfriend.

Energies felt
Signals align
Power in the unknown
Seeking
Validation
For
The new

Caging urges
Uncontrolled
Control
Electrifying
Sounds
Soul
Intertwine

Visions
Dreams
Tales
All set
Purpose
Seek
And you
Find

©Joeln

It might be U 8 #fictional story

I clearly had no answer when Richard had asked why I didn’t suggest some other date and so I just laughed. He jokingly called me a little bitch, I played it cool and everyone resumed to what they were doing .

As I sit in this taxi listening to a podcast about financial freedom, this guy keeps talking about certain aspects that suddenly get me thinking long term: big goals and life. I have always had plans but some plans planned me so am currently sticking to the possible ones in the meantime. Am seated next to a lady who must be a streetside vendor from my own observation. Unfortunately, she has been sleeping from the time the tax set off. She entered and said “hey” then rested her huge travel bag which supposedly had merchandise, on her lap, rested her veiled head on the bag and napped. However I saw her talking with the conductor. This is probably her usual taxi and so they call her when the taxi stop is due: intuitively thinking, am rarely wrong with these kinds of thoughts.

“Muziweleze” the conductor is asking for the fare. They are good at asking for it until you give them a big note and they don’t have chance yet you have reached your stop then they start flexing, looking for your balance. Anyway that’s their system am not about to start advocating for change about the whole damn thing, l will let them do their work and shall stick to being a good passenger. “Ssebo, wake up that hajati, tell her anatela okutuka” guy speaks loudly like he is addressing a public rally. I knew! This intuition thing is never wrong.

©Joeln

Maama

Nurturer
Keeper
Heart that loves
Unconditionally
God bless you
And fill you

You pain for love
You love for pain
Sharing your own
To keep one
Afloat
God reward you

Happiness of
Your own
Is your happiness
Their struggles
You feel
May God cage
You with Grace

©Joeln

Credit@shuttershock

Grounding
Patterns
In sink
Depth
Rooting
Adventurously
In exploration
Of spaces
Not known
Strength
Strategy

Rising
In brightness
Stretching
Spreading
Striking
Breeding
Formulating
Strength
Strategy

Receiving
Without
Refrain
Optimism
Winds
Blowing
A breathe
Of power
Strength
Strategy

©Joeln

It Might be U 7 #fictionalstory

“Alright then, I will be right behind you.” I reply and we walk straight out. I guess the time is now. Out of the room we stand out, a bit tense but it’s an inner battle that I suffocate with ease. “So, you were saying?” She asks politely. “Oh yeah, I was just wondering! Will you be free on Saturday?” I ask humbly with a smile and anxiously wait for a response.

She smiles, heists to utter her response but finally speaks “ Sorry, I have plans. Maybe some other time,” which leaves me a bit perplexed but I play it.

“I understand, maybe some other time.” “Alright then, I should get going,”she goes back to the reception. Mans cracked but it is not the end, nobody can stop reggae: pep talk again.

They give me the courage to cope with these inauspicious moments just like the one the previous one.

Back to my desk, Richard inquisitively gazes at me with a trouble stare that would detect an early pregnancy ASP. I just quietly head to my desk. I don’t really feel sad but just a bit baffled. I didn’t think It was going to require a drill strategy. I thought she would align and we would flame but it seems like some strategies have to be put forth.

“So, how did it go?” He asks. Am literally facing my computer and he is facing his but I can smell the scents of his curiosity. “The mission was a success” I sarcastically tell him in a weak tone. “Why?” He asks, turning to face me. “She got plans on my suggested day?”I blurt. 

“Why didn’t you suggest another day?”

©Joeln

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