He saw the vultures flying

Around him

And over him

They watch




Vultures here

Vultures there

The vultures watched

They tried to tie him down with silly rituals

The kings and priests of tradition

He talked about his dreams

His vision

His goals

They laughed at him

They poked his head

They wished he him dead

An object of ridicule

Underrated and scorned

He asked for help

No one reached out

A pout here

A shove there

He was hurt

But not discouraged

For he knew who he was

But no one saw it

Sack on his back

He started his journey

Ignoring comfort

Seeking his first brick

The brick for his building

The empire he saw in his dreams

He spread the word

He sort for help

No one reached out

Like the echo of a gong

His words were loud and clear

He was determined

He struck hard

But found no gold

This was beginning to get old

Pained and sad

He fell to his knees

A little prayer

A moment of praise

He got back on his feet

He struck again

But no gold insight

It seemed like it was all in vain

The rains came

He took cover

The sun shined

He resumed his labor

Another strike

The ground was soft

So soft and moist

Easy to dig

He dug deeper

Digging without mercy

The darkness crept in

He felt sad and disappointed

And then he saw it

It was beautiful

It was there

Step one was done

Time flew by…

…His empire in sight

His future so bright

Trade here

Trade there

A merchant he became

The coins abundant

Clothes of silk

Houses and estates

Bricks upon bricks

His empire fully established

The vultures reappeared

The news was everywhere

The old him disappeared

The new man shining so bright

They watched

They whispered

Their faces covered in shame

He no longer cared

Their presence hurt him not

A dream of years ago

Now an empire on the rock

By Sylvia Chika


© SylviaChika 2015



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He created a monster

Once a lady

Now a monster

With every strike

She grew claws

With every blow

She grew scales

With every lash

She sharpened her teeth

He created a monster

He made a mistake

Several mistakes

Now he was afraid

Her silence was deadly

She stood before him

He saw her not

His wife was gone

The monster he had created frightened him

Every teardrop held a million plots

He knew this

She was no longer who she used to be

He had created a monster

The consequences burned like hot coal

He had created a monster

Till death do them part

By Sylvia Chika




© SylviaChika 2015

My Words

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As I lay on my words

I ponder…

My words! My words!

My sweet pillow of comfort

A cushion of lyrics

Showcasing my thoughts

My secrets

My pain

My words speak tales

My experiences…they spice my words

Like meat in a pot, I cook my words

Spicing them up with the right experiences

My experiences…Your experiences

I add emotions to the art of writing

I bleed strong emotions that overwhelm you

Careless words that carry meaning

Caressing your smooth mind like silk

Truth…the incense my words produce

I sometimes camouflage it with jumbled patterns

I leave a footprint in the hearts of my readers

I scratch their curious minds

Leaving my autograph inscribed in the soft depths of their minds

My words are real to me

I taste them before I spit them out

I chew them before the ink flows out

Lies taste better…but lie…I’ll rather not

The truth so bitter…yet I’ll rather delight in its beauty and be satisfied

Peel the scales off the statue of truth

Leave it naked for all to see

Our hearts crave wisdom

But our flesh would rather rejoice in folly

Speak more words to me

Ye tree of truth!

Entice my pen and cause it to bleed

I rejoice in the flow of truth

Nourish my senses and be my muse

I have nothing to speak but words

Words of truth

Words by me

My words! My words!

By Sylvia Chika




© SylviaChika 2015



He sat on the floor

He was tired of the struggle

The toiling

The hustle

He needed a change

But did nothing but sulk

This had gone on for so long

He felt so alone

Unwilling to tell

Unwilling to ask

He just sat there… feeling discouraged

His angel sat there with him

Unemployed and fat

He was waiting

Waiting for his own to make a move

Speak the Word

Give him a task

But he got none

So he just sat there with him

Chewing on muffins

Humming a hymn


By Sylvia Chika


© SylviaChika 2015

A Room Full Of Happy People

A Room Full Of Happy People

They put on their party shoes

They cranked up the stereo

They jumped up and down

They were happy



Elated at the news they heard

They sang and sang

They woke up the neighbors

They really didn’t care

They were enjoying the moment

They were in no mood to stop


A dance floor

A room full of happy people

She watched them dance

She was in no mood to dance

They stole her spot

Her spot for inspiration

Her perfect writing spot

She wanted to write

She needed to write

But they seemed not to care

She was upset

She needed to let it go

Her head was filled with so many tales

So many…so much inspiration

They just wouldn’t go

So she sat in a corner

And she watched


By Sylvia Chika


© SylviaChika 2015



They tried to bring Egypt back

They treated them like Israelites in captivity

They were free

But their mindsets kept them in bondage

They ate the lies

And fell for the tricks

They tried to bring Egypt back

They forgot who they were

They sold their rights

They wandered away from the light

They wore shackles

Camouflaged as jewelry

They tried to bring Egypt back

They created a playpen

Threw in toys

But built walls around the pen

Around and around they ran

No exit…no doors

They tried to bring Egypt back

Very few saw it coming…

By Sylvia Chika


© SylviaChika 2015

Just got a Liebster Award !


Hello bloggers!

I just got a Liebster Blog Award !


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Thank you  Vaidehi Singh for nominating me!