Saturday, July 31, 2010


She picks up after you
Cleans and cooks for you
Takes care of the kids
Makes sure they are ready for school
When you can’t find you sock
And are frantic and running late
She is calm and brings them to you
You rush and murmur a quick thank you.

After the game
She clears after your pals
She is ready to host
Anytime of the day or night
When you fall asleep
With the remote in your hand
She switches off the TV
Adjusts your pillow
Pulls the covers up
Tucks you in
Kisses you on the cheek
Switches off the light.

When you get home
The dinner is ready
Newspaper on the table
Kids homework done
Shirt, trousers and suite are ready
She is there for you.

She asks for little
Maybe nothing
If you stopped
Looked at her closely
You would see beyond the fa├žade

She cries when you leave
Hold back her tears and pain
In your presence
Longs for that caress
The kiss on the cheek
The linger of your perfume
The bear hug
The long and deep kisses
She does not complain
Lest you think she is childish.

When she looks at you
When she kisses the kids
After all the cleaning and sorting
After the soul searching
She asks
Why do I stay?

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


Every morning I look at you and smile
I never thought I’d still feel this way
When I think about you
I smile like a little girl
Draw maps on the ground
Like a school girl
This is crazy
I am over 20 years
I should have a grip on my emotions
When I see you
I freeze, giggle, blush and get tongue tied
I wish I could disappear
I pray that the ground swallows me
In your presence
I am paralyzed
No one has managed to get me twisted
You drive me crazy
You are my fairytale
The best dream I ever had.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Monday, July 26, 2010


In my dreams you will stay
In my heart you will live
The love that I have for you
Will forever burn.
You are the love of my life
My soul is incomplete without you.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Friday, July 23, 2010


You take your chic out
Serenade her for months
When you hit the jackpot
You suddenly go cold
You don’t call or text
Be like the man
Who after a night of passion
Calls his girl
Sends her a text asking if she is feeling ok
Kisses he goodnight
Waits for her to come online
Talks to her till she falls asleep
Make her feel worthy
Like she is the only woman in the world
Treat her like a queen
Love her
Till the next time
You make love
Do this to your girl
And she will be yours for keeps.


©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

Thursday, July 22, 2010


Young as she is
She bears a burden
Not by choice
Forced, by circumstances.
She was forced
Due to poverty
Her books
Gather dust beside her bed
Her tears flow
In silence she mourns
Every night she must
Perform her duty
Like a dutiful wife
He is twice her age
He owns her like a slave
Every night
He tears into her
Day after day
Her future fades.

Young and beautiful
Ripe for the picking
Her life is a fairy tale
She was sold before her time
To a man she knew not
She stands in front of the mirror
In her wedding dress
Wishing things were different
The man she belongs to
Loves her to death
He may be twice her age
His heart is young
Fear and love
Are joined that night
Produce a child
The devil would hate.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Thursday, July 15, 2010


I watch you
Sip you’re drink
The glass touches your lips
The liquid flows into your mouth.
You swallow in portions
It is like slow motion.
You’re Adam’s apple
Moves up and down.
Like the waves in the ocean
You tilt you head
Savoring the taste
Lifting the glass
Doing it again
I wonder how it would be
If I did the same
This time
My head on your lap
You hold the glass
My lips part
You pour the drink
Bend your head
Seal it with a…………… [giggle]


©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.


You want me
You don’t.
You’re hot
You’re cold.
You love me
So what?
I may love you
I have limits too
I am not a toy
That you manipulate.
Put on the shelf
To Bring out
When, you are ready to play.
I have feelings too
I am human
I have goals
I have desires
If you can’t fulfill them
Neither reach them
Don’t use excuses
“I am inadequate”
“It hurts me too”
You don’t know hurt
Like I do
That is why
I am immune to it.
Don’t use another
To fight your battles
Be a man
Stand strong
Be firm
When the storm comes
Conquer all
Or I will be gone.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Saturday, July 10, 2010


In the time that Macharia was staying with her family she was raped every other day. To compensate for the pain he bought her “nice” things. He was so protective to the point no man or boy who wasn’t a relative was allowed around her. Her friends envied her and were awed with Macharia. They found it cool the way an uncle was so caring and attentive almost like a boyfriend. In fact, at first they though he was her boyfriend.

One day, she gathered up her courage to talk to her mother. She had bottled up so much she felt overwhelmed and needed to talk to someone. Her mother listened as she told her the details with the days and times included. Her mother was in shock. After listening to her daughter’s awful story, she refused to believe. She knew her daughter resented Macharia, she had seen her body language, but this was just too much. She instructed Miriam never ever to talk about it again.

Miriam and her mother had history. They were not close. Miriam was closer to her father. Miriam’s mother (Gina) looked at Macharia like a son. His parents had died of HIV and since the grandmother had passed away and they were taking care of his tuition. It was decided to let him live with them.

This led Miriam to become more of an introvert. She spent a lot of time alone. She still played sports but most of the time she was alone in her room. One thing she did make sure of she worked to keep her grades above average. She passed high school with distinction and was admitted to the university. Her parents were proud of her especially her father. In his arrogance, Macharia took all the pleasure.

Once she was settled in university she moved out of home. She did not visit home that often or the times she did she did not spend the night. It was while here that she started taking alcohol and smoking occasionally. It managed to drown the stress and dull the pain. Miriam was beautiful and the men wanted her. There was always a young man hanging around her. She did not let them come close even when tipsy. She shivered and loathed the touch of a man. This intrigued the men and they kept chasing her. They had nicknamed her the ice queen.

Four years later she completed university and a year later passed the bar exams. She was now a fully fledged lawyer. She had a dream to fight for the rights of abused children and get the culprits reprimanded but first she had business to take care of. She a job at a top notch legal firm. Her friends were so proud of her and took her out to celebrate. After all the celebration, she was so tired all she wanted was to get to her flat and sleep.

Getting to her flat she felt cold. The night was warm and the neighborhood was safe. She pulled her shawl closer to keep the shivers away. She felt strange and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up just as she opened the door to her flat. She felt like someone had been there but she brushed it off and blamed her paranoia on the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Just to reassure herself she checked the windows and the other rooms. She found the window in the kitchen open and cursed herself for leaving it opened.

Entering her room she went straight to close the curtain, she thought she heard the rustle of clothing, in the moonlight she saw a silhouette. It was strangely familiar, switching on the light what she saw made her blood freeze…..

To be continued……………

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

Friday, July 9, 2010


Love is a woman – those are part of the lyrics of a song
This got me thinking
Love is emotional
Love has moods
When love is happy
The world is happy
You can’t do without love
No matter how much you try to say you can
We love in different ways
We fall in and out of love
Love is a sea saw
It has its ups and downs
Love is a feeling
Love is a woman
Once you have it
Your desire is quenched
It has an evil twin
That twists it around and lies
Using the eyes
Love – comes with responsibility
Lust – comes with the high of desire and the low of pain.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Writer's Block........

My thoughts are filled with illusions,
As my head is filled with confusion,
Words are not coming to play as they should,
And the sequence of consonants are not producing meaningful pronunciations,
I used to write for my own mental rejuvenation,
But this I’ve had to avert and write for the general population,
There’s a seed in me that is still growing,
A breed in me that no one has seen before,
But I need the words in me to copulate,
So that my ideas can regenerate and produce melody,
And thus,
The creation of a beautiful symphony of words and sound.

Written by Eyan.