Behind The Curtains

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Behind the curtains

There was real life

Behind the curtains

She cried real tears

Behind the curtains

There were real problems

Behind the curtains

Her smile faded away



Behind the curtains

The spotlight was nonexistent

Behind the curtains

No claps were heard

Behind the curtains

Her reflection stared at her

Behind the curtains

The real “her” was revealed



Behind the curtains

The razors and the needles taunted her

Behind the curtains

Her demons came alive

Behind the curtains

Emptiness screamed at her lonely soul

Behind the curtains

She was all alone



But now she wanted more

More than what the stage could offer her

More than the spotlight

More than their applause

And the admiration

She desired fullness

She hated the emptiness that mocked her each day

She wanted more than the lights

She wanted more than the camera

She wanted more than the action

So much more than this facade

She let go of the bottles

The razors and the needles

She wanted more

So she dropped the act

And went in search of help

Running into arms of her Father

The One who saw the real her

The One who knew what she really needed

The One who could give her what she really needed

Her Father!

Her Father!



By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika



I have no time

I have no time_blog


I have no time
Stop bothering me!
I have no time
I’ll see you tomorrow
I have no time
Why do you keep asking?
I have no time
Let’s postpone the visit
I have no time
I’ll see you some other time
I have no time…
…I really don’t!


But now you are gone


I regret the days
I had no time
I regret those words I said
When I lied that I had no time
I regret saying to you,
“I have no time”
Cos I really do have time
So much time to regret
So much time to mourn you
So much time to wish for more time
More time with you
So much time to pray for forgiveness
So much time…
Oh, please forgive me!
I really do have time
Please, come back!
Come back to me!


By Sylvia Chika
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© 2018 Sylvia Chika




She tried

She tried so hard

Not to make a mistake

She covered all her flaws

Pacing through life on tipped toes

Trying so hard not to make a mistake

But that in itself was the mistake

She was meant to live

She was meant to love

She was meant to jump

She was meant to play

She was meant to be free

She was meant to make mistakes

And laugh at the silliest jokes

She was meant to dance in the rain

Let her hair down

And sing a rhythmless song

But she kept it all bottled up

And put on a show for everyone

Feigning a perfect existence

Feigning a perfect life

Living a perfect lie

Caught in the perfect web

A web of lies


By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika


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She reeked of it

She flaunted it

She displayed it

She sold it


Clad in provocation

Glowing in her trade

She called her buyers

With provocative sounds

And sinful gestures

She lured them out

From street corners

They crept out

From their homes

They sneaked out

From buildings

They rolled out

Her buyers answered

They heard

They saw

She stood in the shadows

She lavished her sin upon their senses

She was on display

She stood in her display case

And called them by their desires

She knew their demons

She was friends with the devil

With a sultry voice

She beckoned on them

They crawled towards her

She beckoned

They drew closer

No one considered her price


She called them by their weaknesses

Like hungry dogs

They drew closer

As they approached her pretty wall of Hades

She drew them in

Into her bosom

Into an abyss of death

They found comfort in her arms

And she released sweet hell upon them

Little flames

Little burns

And then she pulled them all down

Down with her

Into the darkness

Into the place of torment

Her little world of torment

The demons sucked them in

They nodded in approval

And up she went again

Back to the earth

To draw more men to her

Reeking of sexuality and doom

She knew her job

And she did it well

Clad in destruction and death

She pulled them in


By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika


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You promised me!

You said it last week

“This is the last time.”

You promised me!

But here you are again

Creeping in the dark

Knocking on my door

While daddy sleeps so deeply

And mummy sleeps so sweetly

No one in sight

Just you and I

Here you are again

Asking for a drink

From a well you don’t own

Destroying a pretty little flower

Soiling my innocence

With your dirty perverted hands

Claws and fangs you have

Drinking from my well of innocence

Asking for more

Addicted to your insanity

Giving me candies and cookies

In exchange for the diamond I hold dear to my heart



“Mummy, help!”

I scream

Hoping someone would wake up

Praying my muffled screams will be heard

As you draw water from my well

I scream into your palms

But no one hears me

As usual

I’m left to bear this shame

All alone

To suffer this pain

All alone

No one to help

No one to save me

I drift into my safe place

The small world inside my head

A place with pretty flowers untouched



I dance in my little garden

I laugh in my happy place

Shutting the doors of pain behind me

As you unrepentantly draw more water from my well

Your wickedness tainting my beauty

Your lust polluting my well of innocence


By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika


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I don’t want to say goodbye

But I have to say goodbye

I see you slipping away

Fading away

As this illness pulls you closer

Into its cold embrace

I see you

But I don’t see you

Everything seems surreal

If only I could have five more years

A little more time with you

Because I’m really not ready

I’m not ready to say goodbye

I don’t want to say goodbye

This is all so unfair!

Oh, please…

I’m not ready!

I’m not ready to say goodbye!



By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika


Go Cupid Be Gone


Cupid don’t be stupid

Fly elsewhere

You don’t belong here

I have no time to play games

Don’t even bother calling my name

Oh, please!


Go away with your bow and arrow

Leave those that mourn to be in sorrow

Fly away!

Go away!

You are not needed here

Fly elsewhere

And look for someone else to bother

Look around for lovers

They are everywhere

See them here and there

Inflict your wounds of love elsewhere

I repeat, “You don’t belong here!”


Be gone!


By Sylvia Chika

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika





Everyone saw the tree

It was huge

Dry and ugly

It blocked the beautiful view ahead

Right there in the middle of the other beautiful trees

It kept growing bigger and bigger

Time passed by

The other trees got smaller

But the dry tree grew bigger

It was killing everything around it

It looked so dead

Yet it grew so big

No one knew why

But the evil glared in their faces

No one saw its roots

Buried deep within the soil

Large roots that sucked up life

Evil roots spreading underneath the soil

Poisoning everything around it

Everyone saw the tree

But no one saw its roots

No one saw the roots of bitterness


By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika




You lied!

You are a liar!

How quickly I fell

How high the fall

How dare you lie so beautifully?

A cunning thief you are

Disguised in pretty clothes

And a sweet accent

Oh, I fell!

For your lies

I fell!

You lured me into your web

You spoke about greener pastures

Painted pictures so enchanting

I was deceived

By your promises and tales

I put my needs ahead of logic

I let my desire for a false freedom

Lead me into captivity

What a fool I was!

Captured I was not

But captured I am now

I’ve been chained

Chained in a land I know not

Chained to a bed I know not

Sold to give pleasure to men I know not

The days pass by

 I treasure them not

My choices, I despise

My life, I hate

My captor, I detest


Where art thou?!

Bring me back those days

Those days I had it all

But wanted more

Send a note to my mama and papa

Tell them I love them

Tell them I was scammed

Tell them I miss them

Tell them I’ll be back home soon


If wishes were coins

I would have bought my freedom

But here I am

Enslaved by the devilish schemes of my captor

My master

He holds a whip!

Pray for me!

Pray for me!

He is coming soon…no…

He is right at my door!

Please, pray for me!

My captor is the devil!


By Sylvia Chika

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© 2018 Sylvia Chika





A thousand petals

Wine and chocolates


Always perfect!

Perfect to me

Never perfect to you

A hundred proposals

And a hundred no’s

A thousand nights of tears

Heartbreaks and regrets

Tormented thoughts from all your no’s

Why “no”?

What’s wrong with me?

And once again

I try again

The perfect scene

A diamond ring

My charming smile

My special tux

And still you say no!


Give me a “yes”!

A “yes”…or something close to it

I crawl back into my hole

And swim in an abyss of tears





The shackles that bind me

 This has now become my mission

I no longer love you

I’m just…

I just…

And then it dawns on me

“I’m addicted!”

Addicted to your indifference

Addicted to your rejection

Addicted to your “no’s”

I’m an addict!

Lost in a cocoon of misery

A star-eyed lunatic

In search of a “yes”

From the lips of my tormentor

I no longer love you

What I feel is…


Come on!

I need a “yes”!

Free me from this misery!

Just give me a “yes”!

Say yes!

Please say yes!


By Sylvia Chika

Instagram: @sylviachikawrites

BBM Channel: C002F2845



© 2017 Sylvia Chika