A Poem I'm Beginning to Love

I told you I would be posting regularly! I'm a writer now, I have to at least act like its legit.

One Wife for One Woman- Frank Aig-Imoukhuede

I dey try go church, I done go for court
Dem all day talk about di ‘new culture’ ;
Dem talk about ‘equality’ ,them mention ‘divorce’
Dem holler am so-tay my ear nearly cut;
One wife be for one man.

My fader before my fader got him wife borku
Eno’ get equality mapalaver, he live well
For he be oga for im own house
But dat time done pass before white man come
wit’im
One wife for one man

Tell me how una woman no go make yanga
Wen’e know say na’im only day.
Supose say-make God no ‘gree-‘e no born at all?
A ‘tell you dat man bin dey crazy wey start
One wife for one man

Jus’ tell me how one wife fit do one man;
How you go fit stay all time for him house
For time when belleh done kommot.
For how many pickin’ ,self, one woman fit born
wen one wife be for one man?

Suppose, self, say na so-so woman your wife dey born
Suppose, your wife sabe book, no’sabe make chop;
Den, how go tell man make’e no’ go out
Sake of dis divorce? Bo, dis culture na wayao!
wen one wife be for one man.

Old News is Also Some News

Hello Readers

Happy silent days, only because my campus is so quiet. I have to make sure I get to my dorm by 8:30pm so that I do not become a witness to a bunny being ripped apart by a deer or a wild goose. That will not be the topic for discussion.

Did you know I had another blog on wordpress? Well I left it, like, we broke up because I created it in my junior year and I feel like that's the best excuse I can come up with right now. I have some really corny poems over there, how embarrassing. But I also have some great quotes from authors and other lovely things I want to share:


"The original oppression of Woman was based on crude denigration. She caused Man to fall, so she became a scapegoat. No, not a scapegoat which might be blameless but a culprit richly deserving of whatever suffering Man chose thereafter to heap on her. That is Woman in the Book of Genesis. Out here, our ancestors, without the benefit of hearing about the Old Testament, made the very same story differing only in local color. At first the Sky was very close to the Earth. But every evening Woman cut off a piece of the Sky to put in her soup pot, or in another version, she repeatedly banged the top end of her pestle carelessly against the Sky whenever she pounded millet or, as in yet another rendering – so prodigious is Man’s inventiveness, she wiped her kitchen hands in the Sky’s face. Whatever the detail of Woman’s provocation, the Sky moved away in anger, and God with it." Chinua Achebe


I remember liking this poem because of the word tintinnabulation!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

-By Edgar Allen Poe



I can't stop laughing at this one. I wrote it when I was 12. Fresh of the airplane. I blame my librarian for sparking the muse of poetry. 

These books are crying for you,
As you cry for food.
They are of many kinds of mysteries
Than you can think of its history

While you search for a book to take
The others yell ” have me for thy sake”
For if they are really what are wanted
Then that is what you have decided

A kingdom full of wonderful stories
Makes you feel peaceful and takes you out of your worries
Having to let these books enlighten you
One must have the title that says “I’ll do”

So My Summer is Over!

Hello lovely readers,

Instead of apologizing about my inconsistencies I will just start writing. But, you know of course that I am sorry for not posting regularly. I am like the ex-boyfriend who still has a good reason for breaking up with you. But dear,dear, we are still together, so there is no reason to worry.

I think this summer has been the most eventful and the most interesting (don't worry, I am gathering more vocabulary words to make my writing a little bit more exciting.)


1. My Fear of Pigeons

 No, there is no heroic story of how I got attacked by a fleet of pigeons and embraced them gracefully. That will all be a horrific lie. I am not even over this fear. I keep rethinking about why I am scared of pigeons in the first place. I had a conversation with one of my coworkers and told them " I am scared they will fly in my face and slap me with their wings." Then he asked, " and what happens after that?" Rachel, so what happens after a pigeon slaps you in the face and flies back into the blue sky? Well, I will get up and walk away. I think that is a great way to think about your fear. What happens after you face it? Hopefully not death. But that the after thought is a good conditioning for your brain. In my case, nothing. Nothing.

2. My Fear of Dogs
I think it's just the excessive barking, no, the deepness of the voice behind the barking. Yes, and the verocious nature of their teeth when they yawn. I had a lunch date with my professor last week and I was hoping with all the hope left in the rains of California that the dog would magically disappear from her home or that we would eat lunch outside. Alas, God had very different plans. The minute I got out of the elevator, Penelope started to bark. So I called my professor, "can you please put her in a cage, I am scared." She laughed and said, "there is no cage, just push the door and come in." At that moment, I could have turned around and just left. Lunch couldn't have been that tasty. So, I took in a deep breath and realized the world was not waiting for me to stop being afraid.  "I will hold her but she will have to come and smell you." DEAR LORD!! I just want lunch.
So I passed by this dog and went into the kitchen, but I was followed. Fear is funny, it just stares at you in the face and yawns and expects you to either run away or pat it on the head. I sat down, but I had left my whole consciousness outside the door. I was honestly, not totally afraid. I just wasn't confident to run. Does that even make sense?
"Rachel, can you take this to the kitchen, but when you get up, she will follow you." Misss, Professor, can you please not! Control your dog! I don't like dogs. I said all of this of course not to anyone's hearing.  The complete story is for another day. But all I can say is that I fed Penelope and I left feeling that I could be left alone with her.

3. SIX FLAGS, SURRENDER FLAG! Roll those coasters off my list!
There's nothing worse than having to ride roller coasters as part of your job. There's nothing better than having to ride roller coaster as part of your job! I worked with BELL this summer and the students were sent on a trip every Friday. The best part of this job was that I could do all these cool things for free and still get paid: bowling, Skating, Movies and SIX FLAGS.  All my 10 years in America, I had never been to Six Flags, just because it was never meant to be. But this summer it was meant to be because I really didn't have a choice. So, when we got there, I was so excited as I had to be for the group of students. Super excited because the challenge seemed so easy: get on roller coasters, scream, and pray it all ends soon. When you are further away from something, it seems small, easy, until you get closer to it. I am telling you the Kingda Ka is so scary, and no I didn't get on that so I could write a fabulous story about how I got over my fears. After the Nitro, I was angry at the world of roller coaster inventors for making this up: charge people money so they could be scared out of their mind. If you love this, then you must love what you love. But I am not going back!

4. SWIMMING-13ft
You all know how I love swimming. No, I did not go and swim in that(picture on right). I just can't find the pictures of my self in the pool. Tech does these things to you. Well, one Thursday evening in the water, I saw how deep 13ft feet was and decided to swim back to 4ft. But what is my point? That we are able to look at fear in the face but then we simply turn around. Wasn't it the same water though? Weren't there life guards around? Couldn't I swim? I laugh at myself.Well I went there, where my eyes were afraid to go, with the kick board and I didn't die. Even after I had been there once, my heart still fluttered every time I went there.


5. EVANGELIZING
Of Course, the devil is a major device in this fear, but He has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, power and of a sound mind (2nd Timothy 1:7). Yeah okay, but don't leave me with lions or anything. What bothered me the most about telling people about God was that I didn't think they would believe me. I was scared that people would ask me questions I had no answers to. I was not even good with memorizing scripture. But, I was so happy to have joined my youth group to share the gospel. I hope at least someone received some healing. I just thought of it as having a conversation with someone. The first time was not as eventful as the second. This is where my fear of dogs makes sense. My friend and I were telling a man, "God loves you," when we heard two of his tiny chihuahua's barking, not on leash: why don't these people ever put their dogs on leash. I told my friend, "I'm scared of dogs" and her reply was "Me too." We walked away laughing only to turn back and to see these two tiny dogs were chasing after us. I didn't run but my friend had left me and thrown the pamphlets on the ground. I just stood there telling the dogs to stop and telling the owner to come get them. He just sat there, as if I did not even exist. Dogs must always retreat to their owners.


Get over your fear, don't let them get to you.