Kay Ugwuzor

Let me tell you a story A boy goes to the river. He dances at the bank of it, allowing the water to gently crawl on his legs, pouring sand between his toes and running back. He loves the chill and the motony of it. He falls in love with the river and the way the orange sun fell behind it in the evenings. He wanted to swim. He wanted an intimate relationship with the river. To travel up and down its body, caress it through and through till he knew every detail of it and it's sweet scent. Yet he feared the river. He feared because he had heard tales of men who had gone in and never swam out. Whom the river, in its beauty had taken away to unknown lands. He would look at the river and see it calm, sober and welcoming but at the thought of going in, the river roared. The boy feared the river and yet, he loved it. I am that boy and you are the river. R ifts I cannot see beyond the smoke screen and the fog that is in your eyes I cannot, somehow, convince you of the power of love an...

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 ...