Hello friends, it’s a brand new week, and nothing gets me more excited than having to take time out to celebrate and encourage people in their chosen field of art. I will not consider myself a life coach, but I enjoy calling out the best from every individual that crosses my pathway in the course of their life’s journey.
Today, I will be featuring a young, shy but vibrant spokenword poet. Hol’ up! Let me fill you in from my ‘story bank’. The first time I met her, sometime last year, she struck me as a very intelligent young lady. I made an attempt to scan her, (which is my attitude whenever I am meeting someone for the first time). I loved the slightly loose vintage shirt and and skinny faded blue jeans she had on. The brightness of her face matched the yellow, green and orangey floral scarf she beautifully wrapped on her head. Somehow, I knew I have made another interesting friend.
Several times I had tried to drag her to the forefront to perform her poems without fear on stage, but today, she is one bold kitty before the microphone and prying eyes of the audience.
Botimi Victoria whose alias/pen name is Blaq ink, is a freelance writer, and a poetic member of the “INKERS BREED’. Born in the month of July 30, 1996 in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. She is a Public Health graduate of Madonna University, Elele (2016). She lives in Port Harcourt, Rivers state. She is also considered a spokenword poet, and has graced several platforms with her thought provoking poems on dating and relationship struggles of young people her age. Currently, Victoria is a Social and Health volunteer, and a strong believer that anyone can be what they want to be in this world. Her all-time favorite slogan is “be you!”
Do enjoy reading her poem below.
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I saw love, or… so I thought
I drank endlessly from its’ depth, yet unsatisfied:
It was sweet, then, salty.
I felt it, then lost it, maybe It was never mine for keeps
But, I could swear it was in every moment we spent together,
irrespective of the distance between our geographical location…
It was in those fights we had that led me right back into your arms,
sweating and panting after sessions of painful, yet pleasurable body wrestles
So, while you walked down the aisle with her, I was basking in pure reminiscence
it all seemed so real, but all a floating mirage above like tired clouds…
Those times under the bed sheet, when we pulled off sheets
put in shit and pull out shit in dark places our eyes couldn’t see;
leaving us to our sixth sense.
Those moments you whispered you couldn’t ‘live’ without me,
because I was your ‘cure’, did you actually mean that I was ‘the cure’ to your Marvin Gaye disease?
Did you mean i was your resuscitation nurse, call me a sexual healer…?
‘Cause as I speak emotional gibberish, I watch you live on, even though you died in me.When you said that I was ‘the one’, Did you mean that I was just one,
plus the others you had locked in to your side?
This left me counting time on this table, multiplying the number of times you told me this love is able, yet you left me… like broken turntable; a broken lyric note…
As they say, “this table you’re shaking has a lot of Nigerian kings on it”,
but, i will shake this table shaking it till they all fall off like wilted leaves;
their spirits fleeing the sight ’cause my heart stopped beating in sync with yours…
I felt the konjition you put me, now i have lost it;
Maybe, you, all to myself was never mine for keeps…
*Conji or Konji (congeal) is a well known Nigeria pidgin slang word for being left alone for long without sexual relations.