The Loss of A Loved One

 

Two pm

I awake, startled by the light of the lights

Dave, standing there beside me

“Wake up; He’s serious;

Close the door behind us”

You can’t leave me here, clueless!

One look at mama and I knew he’s gone.

Or on his way

“We shall let u know”

And they, through the door

Myself, confused,

Gathering all sorts of roses,

Prayers, pleas, tears!

 

#ThinkingAboutGrandpa

The Newest Members in the Family

Last month, my brother and his girlfriend brought home two rabbits. We were all surprised because, from the trouble he had gone through the previous day, getting their house ready, we all imagined he was making a coop for chickens. We’ve heard him speak a couple of times about being a farmer but it never hit us, he was this serious.

“And… rabbits?” who knows how to care for rabbits?

We almost thought he’d give up. None of us has the experience of caring for rabbits. Although I have to confess, they are two beautiful looking rabbies. My brother has since then proven us wrong and he’s done a great job with them; I don’t know if it’s Google or it’s just him, but whichever the case, he must have done his research well. The two surprised us the other day by giving birth to five little bunnies.

 

Ooh! Don’t they just look cute. They are so, very fragile, and I am hoping they survive the cold weather here. All the best to them and their master!


dm

If Only

If only I could let you go

Let you be, let you go

Get you out of my mind…

Then I couldn’t waste even a sec,

Last Friday, I stood in front of my mirror,

Praying God, bring back that old girl

That strong old girl… if only,

I could stand up to you,

Break your heart like you breaking mine.

Yeah if only I could go back in time,

I could tease you, make you fall for me

Disappear into the thin air

Then proclaim a sweet revenge.

If only I wasn’t into you!

A love that’s too deep to hate.

Too vulnerable to avenge.

If only I’d have the courage,

To bring back that old girl

Then I could without hesitating.

 

How Not To Swim

I used to think swimming was one of the easiest things to do. I stared at people dive in and figured out, “this has got to be easy.”   I was wrong.

My experience:

My first time was in a river back at the village with my sister and cousins; Sometime last year when we had gone to the village to visit our grandma. Like always, we went to the river to get our clothes washed after which we’d hop into the water with our clothes on and pretend to swim.

Most of the time, we just held hands and went round in circles as most of us were afraid of diving just in case we did it wrong.

us

Country girls at the village. At the forefront is my sister Mercy. She got in to snap a selfie with us. The other 3 are cousins of mine.

 

The next time I went swimming, I tried to dive in though the shallow end for ‘security’ purposes and I almost drowned. I spent the whole afternoon treating the trauma from that experience by holding on to the metal bar at the edges of the pool.

I almost thought I’d never learn the art. It seemed like a forever journey, but I finally managed to float.

me

Me finally floating, right in-front of me is my friend Maureen, also hydrophobic and surprised at how fast I managed to float.

 

Here are a few things I learned not to do:

Don’t be nervous/ anxious: Forget about your phobia for water. The main rule for a good freestyle swim is to relax and trust the waters. This can help you practice how to float.

Avoid the deep end: Start your practice at the shallow end. The deep end is a no go zone till you have mastered your skill or have a swimming mate who will guide you along.

Do not hold your breath: Practice how to hold your breath, but don’t do it for long. Breathe out from time to time to help you relax and focus your concentration to moving your body forward.

Don’t do it alone: Get a coach or a swimming partner who’s good at it to help you out during your 1st time. They can help you get started and master a few techniques.


Love DM

 

 

How Often Do We Leave Our Phones Unanswered?

“Do you know the meaning of a mobile phone?”

I couldn’t answer this question when I got back to my sister having found her missed call. Until this morning, I didn’t know it bothered her that I often didn’t pick her calls.

I am one person who barely answers my mobile phone, either on time or at all. I have actually lost count of the number of times I left my phone unanswered. But the good thing is, I normally call back.

I have had lots of arguments especially with my sister despite the countless feedback I have been receiving. Sometimes I tend to believe that I am not a phone person. But today, I am willing to take responsibility and explain to everyone, why I barely take my calls and to apologize on behalf of people with a character like mine.

Before that, I would like to let you know that we love you and all those calls don’t go unanswered on purpose.

Reasons why we don’t answer immediately:

  • Sometimes we lose our phones and then spend hours tracing them. By the time we get them, we definitely have lots of missed calls.
  • Our phones are always on silent mode; this is because ringtones are not allowed in places of work. We do not want to distract our colleagues. So probably, we didn’t hear it ring.
  • Because we’re busy. Sometimes we are on official duty and can’t take phone calls. The best we can do is call later.
  • Sometimes it’s awkward. If there are people in the same room who shouldn’t listen to our conversation, then I will ignore the call and call later.

See! There are lots of reasons. Please don’t take it personal.

xoxo


D.M.

 

 

 

Why I Write

Interesting

HarsH ReaLiTy

I do not write for applause or praise.

I do not write for you or you.

I write to release the words that flutter in my skull. How annoying the constant thought can be until it is released as an afterthought. I feel the weight lift from my mind as relief expands into the empty crevices of my thought. Empty, but not for long as I long for the next sentence of my heart. I dream of word strings and impossible things. Of magical pens in stone and endings waiting to be owned. My writing hand is my drinking hand as it writes again. My hand knows the reason for what I do even before I attempt to do it. Without the creation of words there is no world to me. There is simply a memory and that memory belongs to someone else.

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-OM

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