Kay Ugwuzor

In The Eyes Of A MadMan  A mad man sees things that no one else sees and he laughs because the things he sees are beautiful. Nnadi, a young man newly entering his second decade in Umuturu village, placed a pad upon his shoulder and lifted the basket of cassava onto it. He whistled as he plotted his way out of the farm wielding his knife against the undergrowth, the farm had yielded generously this season. The plot, well placed at the side of the hill–when the rains came, the water would rush calmly through – near the market, was the source of a tension between his father and an uncle after their father died. A legal battle had named Nnadi’s father the owner of the land. Nnadi walked away from the farm in his stoutly gait. He stared at the palm trees along the farm and could see red ripening nkwu, he made a mental note to come back for them. Suddenly he saw a bird coming at him hastily out of nowhere, its wings were steady, and it seemed to glide. He thought, as all birds did, this o

Say What You Need To Say By Ugwuzor Kay Is there anything you want to say Before we look one last time to turn away? Any thoughts you want to share Perhaps some deed, to clear the air? Could there be anything, hiding? Underneath thin covers, residing? Beyond this fence between us? Too high to scale, too wide to cross? There were emotions we so longed denied They asked, we looked away, shy, sly and lied Short moments when our eyes clicked Our spirits lighted like a switch flicked We have had wordless conversations Tinged with quiet reservations Misconstrued  arguments And unspoken compliments We have passed messages in secret Describing feeling that were concrete Were there letters that were never sent? Give them to me now, for I it was meant? It could be we won't meet again Don't let these walls close and we remain Strangled with feelings that never shone And become hard like this wall, like this stone If ever my words did turn you on If my touch did

This Love Is No More by Kay Ugwuzor So this love is No more the fantasies No more about us No more the item we were Whatever that was This love is No more passions to fill the night No more ‘baby, please hold me tight’ No more ecstasy rising from inside Capturing moments with guilt aside This love is No more than silence here and there No more than smoke hanging in air No more than unsaid verses and lines And your overflowing bag of lies This love is No more than the word No more than spilt blood No more than broken alabaster Far from a happily ever after So this love is No more ... It wasn’t my fault, it was his. It has always been his. He pushed me, he put my back to the wall and I pulled the trigger. It had always been because of him; whenever I brushed my hair in front of the mirror it was because of him, when I snuck out of the house at night, it was because of him. When I went to the boutique two days ago, it was to get him this bright colored Gucci

What do you do when you feel like killing someone but you can’t? I’ll create a character in my mind, give him an offence, and then kill him. So here goes 04-01-2014 Dear Gia, It had been eight weeks since, but today I did it again. It wasn’t a woman. I’m tired of women; it seems no matter how much you kill, you just can’t wipe their filth off the face of the earth. I remember the book you showed me in the bible- Proverbs- it said no matter how one grinds a fool it never removes his folly. That was how women were. This time it was a man, a full grown man like me. I watched him from afar; he was with a woman in his car, parked by the roadside. They sat in silence for the first few minutes, and then tension rose. I couldn’t hear them so I read their lips. He was shouting, she was shouting too. He pointed his fingers, she pointed too, and their faces were stern. His voice rose above hers. He said he was fed up with her, she should leave him alone, she always bothered him by poki

Love Is Not Worth The Trouble I am your friend Yet you'll watch me descend I love you Yet you won't want me above you Of what good is love If it still kills you? Your friendship is like what? A spittle in the dust A puff of smoke in a storm A message on the beach Washed away by the retreating tide Love is not worth the trouble If it still drags me to the rubble Love is not worth the stress If it leaves me in distress (C) Kay Ugwuzor 3-1-2015