The weather has changed, the heat wave is absent. Drunken dark clouds gather and flatter with spies breeding like flies. Buzzing around town, spreading their hopeless lies. Ignoring my pleas and fight to find a way. To give up now is to spread decay. Honing on pungent smells of victory with me, having so much to say. About how hard I try, about how easy, I am enticed. By dreams of an affluent future, made real by my current actions. This dragon above my head roars and flashes and I look up with tired eye lashes. Oh how I miss my teenage years, just floating about with no worries. Back then, I only cared about looking good and relishing the new found fun joints. Now everything feels like a duty, a trade for trade show, a tired dance to please and comform. I have no choice but to arm myself, put up a shield like the warrior I am.

             Untangling the twists and turns, I dig my middle finger into the center of the spiral weave on top of my head. I had my hair in a bun but my bun was a weave, my own take on the hair style. But I need a new look and I start to unbraid the hair. I love the feeling I get, it jolts  me back in time. To me at just eight years old, to the memories of those tough women. You know what I'm talking about.
  As a child, mum would pay them to weave my hair into school approved cornrow styles. For me, that was the time I became chatty and restless. So the old woman would clamp my head between her thighs and lock me into position. She had these ilarun's, wooden cutting combd in sizes. She would use them to Pat my hair, then use small hair combs to smooth it. Then, I would feel her fingers split my hair in three and weave it into beautiful patterns. It's a strange kind of pain, but I loved the outcome. The beautiful weave, her unique take on the hair style. And I could not wait to show it off to my school friends.
 Life shaaaaa....

    Have you ever fallen and yet never hit rock bottom? Let go of all your body, and just relaxed. To be awakened from such a dream is like been given a second chance at life. You look around and feel relief to be somewhere familiar. To be free. I always wanted a partner that makes me smile effortlessy. And Like a miracle you wanted to free me. Only Your love bounced back like Frisbee, ricocheting and causing fractures. Making me ignore your many failures. I taste it all in your sweetened bile. Held tight by my loving crocodile, spinning me your favourite prey in an endless death roll. As I hold on and pray, my smile now bloated and pale.
    Oh, how I wish I was weak. Then my stupidity would make sense. For all my strength, my dear is past tense. Jumbled up as I begin to question everything. My tiara is no longer my crown, it sits on a tarp covering all I thought I had.

     In the middle of everyone, under a silky sky in a courtyard. I look up at their curious eyes and tire from their gaze, so i look down. Steam Ice Rays Melt My Way, and i feel it slap me, no knock my head as i walk on and try to ignore it all. Robust Raindrops slam my head again and this time I feel it's intense rage. I look up with disdain, at the shapeless clouds. All jumbled up and gathering, gossiping about me. Instead of doing the one thing, they have been tasked to do. Rain, cough out sprinkles of cool waters, loads and lots of it. But do the clouds stop there? No o, they seize all activities and let the wicked sun shine mercilessly on me. And in the corner, not far away, a full moon watches. It does nothing but watch and I do something and walk away.