only feel good in the winter
another hot day
another day where
the sun reminds
you fat people
only feel good
in the winter
i figure one of
these days i won’t
be able to afford
air conditioning
sweating to death
is a book from the
18th century
i suppose that says
something about
this damn society
christians parading
around yet not
giving two shits
about anything
jesus said
a quick trip to Amsterdam
by: Norman J. Olson
I guess that of all the places I have been, my favorite is the country called The Netherlands… the people are tall, intelligent, friendly, practical, industrious and have a country that seems to work without the evils of poverty and crime which blight so much of this planet… the architecture is interesting, the public transit excellent, and the light is as gorgeous as trees disappearing in the mist… their dedication to the bicycle as a mode of transportation gives their society a health and vigor that is just a delight to share… a country famous for flowers, bicycles and great art, and a country where the national food is the pannekoeken… what is not to like????
A Child’s Love
The only love I have is for my kids, they give me a reason to live.
Every time I feel like I have no might I look in their eyes and I know that I have to fight.
They know their mom would do anything for them, fight a great big giant the size of Goliath.
Because of them I am the woman that I am today and I’m not a slave in my mental state.
They come to mind every time I want to do something crazy and I don’t do it because of my babies.
I look at them and I see me, the resemblance is so deep. I know that my babies are going to have a real chance at a better life then me. I’m speaking it to be.
I give them tough love because life is tough and they have to understand that nothing in life will just be given to them.
My wish for my three kids are the three H’s Health, Happiness, and Hope. With those three things I feel they will make it.
Chimezie Ihekuna
This is the second installment of Chimezie Ihekuna’s play ‘The Success Story.’ Read the first part here.
At Harp’s Residence…
A bungalow painted blue at the exterior, well-fenced from all sides and beautified by the two grown trees oozing fresh air over a large expanse of land describe the modesty of Harp’s place of living. Greg has stayed at home for three weeks but feels he needs to pay Harp a visit. This is on a Saturday morning at about 9.00AM. Harp’s parents, Mr and Mrs Daniels, are at home to play Greg an august visitor. Greg comes into the house well-rugged, but with just two large-sized seats in the Living Room and a medium-sized dining table, surrounded by four identical foamy chairs to accommodate their siting positions when being served food.
There is a buffet—variety of foods—sizable quantity of prepared rice, prepared chicken flavours and other local and foreign dishes. They can each serve themselves their favourite varieties.
Greg is sited on one of the seats close to the door, watching as Harp and his parents are bringing in from the kitchen, closest to the dining table’s position, cutleries—pairs of fork and knives and fragile plates.
All is finally set…Mr Daniels takes the sitting position of the family head. His wife sits adjacent him while Harp sits opposite. There is an adjacent foamy chair reserved for Greg. Mr. Daniel signals Greg to come over.
Greg joins them… Harp serves himself some spoons of prepared rice, chicken flavours, stew, and juice drink poured into his used jugged-sized cup. Mrs Daniels serves herself the combination of fruit wine—a combination of lemon, water melon, pineapple, and her plate filled with strawberries and mashed potatoes. Mr Daniels is a copy-cat of his wife, when it comes to food preference.
Although Greg is yet to serve himself, Mr. Daniels begins the discussion (his wife and Harp are already eating)
Mr Daniels (Pretends not to know his name at first): What’s your name?
Greg (humbly answers): I go by the names Greg Smith
Mr Daniels: Oh! Are you the one my son talks about whenever he comes to spend the semester at home?
Greg (chuckles mildly): Yes
Mr Daniels: So, you’re that genius at the University of Perth taking everyone by surprise…My son has told me about your exploit—your success and popularity. I’m impressed. So, tell me, what’s your source of inspiration?
Greg: My inspiration has, is and will always….
Mrs Daniels (temporarily stops eating to interrupt the discussion): Mr Daniels, don’t you realize the young man is yet to serve himself. We’ll have more than enough time to interact with him when we’re done eating. Give him a break! He’s going to spend time with us.
(She pose a question to Greg, stares sternly at him) Won’t you?