by Sandra Chinonye Vivian Nwadi
I’m no different and our hearts connect, Because the turmoil still tumbles, In my enriched soul.
Stepping out of the abyss of sorrows,
Filled with the putrid smell of hardship
And the digging nails of pained boredom,
She walks down the road and
Turns to the crescent just as
I do the same.
Walking on, I chew but unseen,
I chew the blended cuisine of my devastating and joyful journeys.
I spit it out.
At a refined corner of the mind
Sits steadily the life’s joyful mix and spices.
Invisibly, I again spit out the pains.
Breathing in the positive thinking air
I throw out my spirit and soul towards
The silver lining neighborhood.
She walks on, closer now.
It all shows, the weary weight of whatever
Pulls her down
On her tired, tired face.
I pass by a man too.
Just a few seconds after
Where the crescent curves
And he walks on into
The next lane.
I see a face so old.
Yet, on the head of a
Body so so young.
I see a skin stained badly
By the insatiable appetite of sadness
Decorated with despondency.
Down, down the long lane,
I still see some happy hale faces
And yet, it weighs the soul down
Of the unequally distributed
Unfairness in life.
Those happy, hale faces,
Happy, lively lives,
A reminder of when there was
For us, a heavy down pour of bright lights and joy.
Why will these thoughts and things
I see weigh me down?
Why will it weigh you down?
Why is it so painful to smile?
Did you know it can be truly so?
They say they understand
But it is the idea of it all.
We weep, weep and stop.
Then, we clean our tears.
Pretending at times with a hundred watts smile
That it is alright.
Whether at the beginning or end
Of the roads, lanes and crescents,
I’m no different and our hearts connect
Because the turmoil still tumbles
In my enriched soul.
Sandra Chinonye Vivian Nwadi is a lawyer, writer, negotiator and mediator, composer and lover of arts. She tweets from @sandranwadi