Kindness is an act!

It is an act straight from the heart

If it is not from the heart then it is staged

Staged and very false

Not worthy of its reward

Kindness is a beautiful act!

… Like planting a seed in good soil

And watching the seed blossom

Blossom into an amazing tree

Its fruits are even more beautiful than the act itself

Kindness is an act from one heart to another life

From a beautiful life to a needy heart

It is a perfect gift!

It never removes anything from the giver

Rather it increases the giver’s harvest

Kindness is an expression of love

It phases out sorrow

And brings light into the life of the receiver

A smile that heals

An act of love

Kindness is a virtue!

‘Without kindness there’ll be wickedness…so much!

“Oh Lord, please make men see reason to be kind to one another…

Soften their hearts and let them see reason to show love to one another”

For kindness yields peace

By Sylvia Chika



How beautiful the night is!



How beautiful the night is!
Quiet yet filled with music
Music from big and little creatures
Music from far and near
But distance doesn’t really matter
For every sound is heard at night
The crickets sleep not
They chirp and make sweet night sounds
Music of the night
All sounds are tuned up at night
Loud enough for all to hear
Musical solace it is
The huge creatures lay in their beds
They snore musically
How different they sound asleep
The strongest of men unconscious
How fragile they look!
Unperturbed by their worries
As the music of the night calms their restless hearts
How beautiful the night really is
The moon glows above the earth
Illuminating its stunning nature
Encouraging the beautiful stars to shine
Oh how beautiful the night is!
How sweet the earth sleeps!

By Sylvia Chika

It is what it is!


It is what it is!
It is gone
It is not gone
It is there
It is not there
She sees it
She can’t see it
He feels it
He can’t feel it
Grab it
Or throw it away
Pamper it
Or be careless with it
It is what it is!
And the truth is the truth
Reality is reality
You can either accept it
Or live a lie
For it is what it is!

By Sylvia Chika


Let’s make hay while the sun shines




Let’s make hay
While the sun shines
Let’s build houses
While we’ve got sand
Let’s make babies
While we have life
Let’s do right
While we still can
Let’s be kind
While we still live
Let’s arise
While we can still stand
Let us pray
While we can still kneel
Let’s sing hymns
While we still can
Let’s prepare
While there’s still time
Let’s self-cleanse
While we still can
Let’s live right
While we still breathe
Let’s make hay
While the sun shines

By Sylvia Chika

Trample and Smile



Be careless and float on clouds
Be stupid and make merry
Be blind to the truth before you
Be rid of the truth in your heart
Discard your conscience
Arrogantly bully the innocent
Toss their property to the dogs
Make them kneel and watch
Threaten their lives and watch them cry
Steal their gold and watch them strive
Be zealous in your wickedness
And never flee from your actions
Pour fuel on the roofs of their burning huts
Cause drought in their fertile land
Release the plagues and laugh at will
Be mean and bear no grief
Lose your conscience to carnal things
Create little space in your hearts for kindness
Just drink and make merry
Throw parties and make babies
But the day of The Maker is near
And the Lord would take his own!

By Sylvia Chika



It moves fast
With the force of ten thousand men
Racing towards our lands
And dwelling above our farms
Moving inland
Sweeping the land
Causing loss and grief
But insistent it is
I climb up to my rooftop to watch…
To watch it  approach my cemented wall
My gate rattles and shakes
Because it knocks with great might
In fear I shake
Trembling and anticipating
It slowly creeps into my territory
And a tear drop slips down my right cheek
It’s awesome how the one once ignored
The peaceful one can cause so much loss
All around me…I’m surrounded!
Surrounded as it tenaciously claims my land
I’m vexed
I’m sad
But I can do nothing 
So I sit still and stare
Its roar intimidates my courage
Courage to watch it overtake all in its way
Overtaking my land, house…my property!
I scream but no one hears my cry
No one at home but me
No one to hold
No one in sight
Only plain darkness I see
I give up on my cry for help
Ignoring the thought of any sort of help
Waiting to be submerged by this overwhelming being
But suddenly I see a light
I hear my name being screamed
“Usoro jump into the water!”, the familiar voice screams
“I’ll take you to dry land”, the voice screams again
I look at the canoe below with tears of joy and relief in my eyes
And so grateful I am to God!
By Sylvia Chika

Tim’s School Routine


On our way to school
Books in our backpacks
Sandals on our feet
Off to school we run
With our homework on our young minds
It is our first break
I so need this break…whew!
Time to visit the loo to poo
The queue I hate
Oh my!
The long break…yay!
Our teachers converge in groups to greet
Food in my mouth
Water in my bottle
I glance at the girl I like
School is over!
Happy happy happy I am
Time to play at home with my bestie
I race to the school gate excitedly
Just for a final glance at the pretty girl I like
By Sylvia Chika


Happy Birthday To Me!



It is the day

The same day I was birthed but a different year
A few years ago I cried
I wailed helplessly in my crib
As hunger spoke to my little belly
And Mama lifted me up to suckle
I drank sweet milk from her swollen breasts
And happy I was again
A few months later I crawled
Around the room I explored
And when fatigue overpowered my little frame
Over the rug I sprawled
I cannot remember every detail
But grateful I am that I am grown
With wide hips
And a fair skin
Beautiful I am today
I’m amazed at how far I’ve come
Talented and happy I am
Burning the candle each night to write
On my paper I spill my thoughts
Back to the subject matter
Another year I’ve gained
Let’s make a toast to the Sylvia we know
I’m so grateful to you Lord
A Happy Birthday To Me!
By Sylvia Chika

He is man!




He is man
Man so strong
Man so wise
Man he is
Man filled with sorrow
Man filled with pain
Man he is
Man with memories
Man with regrets
Bitter memories he has
Wounds so sore he has
Bruises on his palms he has
Caused by constant toiling of the earth
Constant hustle and struggle
A nation of strife he dwells in
He is man
A man who is determined to make a change
A change for the little being in her womb
A change that would benefit his generation
His generation and generations to come
A change that would cause his frown to smile
An antonym of the scowl on his face
A change that would cause another change
For the man under the sun he is
He is man!

By Sylvia Chika

Strange Love



This love was strange
She was giving it too freely
It was hitting his heart like hail falling on glass
Clear…awesome….yet annoying
He was used to ice
Not this warmth
It was all too strange
All too strange and rare
Love pure yet frightening
His heart craved it yet its existence frightened him
Is this really the way love is meant to be?
Or was it just an act to get more from him?
He stared at her whenever she was close
But all he could see was innocence and beauty
Beautiful she was
Kind she was
And as elegant as a peacock
Yet he felt he didn’t deserve this love
And was suspicious of it
Her every act of kindness made him move father away from her
He couldn’t fathom this love so sweet
She was ready to sacrifice everything
But he wondered why
Why did this beautiful swan love him so?
What did he do to deserve such kindness and attention?
What did she really want from a common lad like him?
His troubled heart was worried and puzzled
Her love for him was disturbingly pure and strange
She was giving this love
Love so pure and true
She was ready to give it even on her dying day
She gave herself to him despite his nonchalant attitude
She had promised herself she would be true to him
She promised herself she would love him
She couldn’t point out the reason she loved this man
But she truly loved him from the depth of her heart
This relationship was giving her painful joy
Yet she promised herself to love him
He was her muse
He was her joy
So she still strived for his love
She remained true to him
She fought for his heart
And was ready to fight for it as long as she lived
She was ready to climb the steepest mountains for this love
She was in for the long haul
But the look in his eyes sometimes frightened her
She caught him staring at her coldly
A look that was uncertain and scary
Like she was a stranger
This tore her heart
But yet she loved on
Time had passed
But yet she was still around
She was still in-love with him
She still had that spark in her eyes
He still wondered why
Why did she look so happy being with him?
Why was she always cooking for him?
Why was she always asking to be around him?
Quietly watching him and learning his likes
He always believed that true love was never free
And he was certain he’ll never experience it too
But seeing this swan love him was something that was worthy of a museum
To be preserved and kept in a safe place for all to see
She was there through the good and bad times
But he needed his life back
A life of loneliness but certainty
At least in that life he was certain there was a reason for every act of kindness
It was a life of “If you scratch my back I’ll scratch yours”
It was a life of either black or white
And not “GREY!”
Who needs grey when you can get two of its parent colours?
But this love actually felt good
And somewhere in his heart he knew he truly loved this girl
But he’ll never risk showing her how much he loved her
She was tired of this pain
This pain that had found a home in her heart
It was slowly killing her
She was loving this lad but was getting so little in return
She kept consoling her raging emotions
She even wore a bandage each time her heart was bruised
But she had run out bandages and her heart was bleeding now
She was certain the hot pain was from the blood that was spilling from her bruised heart
The competition was getting too much
Too many rivals
Too many distractions
He seemed carried away by other things besides her
She could stand before him but yet he wouldn’t see her
She felt invisible in his world
It really did hurt
And she knew it was either her sanity or this bitter-sweet love
It was a choice she had to make
She was losing it now
And it was killing her
So she made her choice
A hard decision
But the choice she made!


By Sylvia Chika