Simbawrites

POETRY

You set the curfew, no one comes home after eight o’clock at night. Yet you return at midnight, night after night. Tell me, how do you monitor the rules you refuse to obey? What lesson are you teaching your family with footsteps that contradict your words? Authority loses its voice when it walks in shadows of its own making. Why not return to the drawing board, not in pride, but in truth? Perhaps …

Mar 21

POETRY

Mar 21

It is important, it tills the land, turning earth into promise. The farmer grips it at dawn, using it to clear the stubborn weeds that threaten the harvest. Mother bends with it in hand, shaping ridges for sweet potatoes, feeding the future with quiet strength. Father drives it into the soil, digging pits with steady resolve, laying foundations unseen. It serves without complaint, from sunrise to …
POETRY

Mar 21

I have loved you since the day my eyes first found you— coming from the well, a calabash of water resting gently upon your head. In that quiet morning, the sun rose to greet your beauty, and in its golden light, I saw not just a woman, but the beginning of my forever. You chose to walk beside me as my wife, you gave yourself to the promise of our home, to be the mother of our children, the keeper…