Colour your mind, charm your world

Vanessa is standing on her toes again, holding her breath and hoping for the best. She stepped in to the living room, holding the tray on which the bowl of hot pepper soup was kept. She was contemplating how to tell her dad about tailoring tutorials and the confusing poking aroma of the soup her mother had prepared. She had summoned so much courage to finally tell him and couldn't go back on her decision. She placed the tray on the table and gave him a wistful look. He turned and grinned, "your mother is at it again huh" he said, "yes father" she replied, bringing the tray closer. The table was fairly clean, a little bit of paper here and there, books lined up in a stack like a a trade fair. She sat down on the other end of the dining room table, facing her father and watching him munch on the meat. She knew her dad would dance on the strings a little to scare her off but she also knew her confidence would pull him down. "Dad?" she muttered, "yes

Look what has happened See the people who bruise our land Men that live by the sword They shall die by the sword Oh! They have broken the sacred rule of peace We sit and watch and languish in fear Tomorrow holds no hope if today dies If we sit quietly, we will loose our birth rights Tell that man up there He has stepped on the tail of the African lion Let him be ready to dance to the tune For no one can quench the song of peace He is spreading like a virus and We are starring like lunatics Grab the bull by the horn Save the future for our unborn generation The confused king may rejoice today But victory lies in wait for the just Tiny and invisible our impact may be But steady is our victory to come.                         CATALEA BONEZ

Leave the walls before they fall Grip your life before it sizzles away Flowers may be sent on Sunday But Monday may be your death day Delilah why stay when your bones grieve? When will sorry be true? Someday his legs will come crashing down Breaking away your little life The fears of dependence may hinge But never let the claws of death thrive In the weak skirt that limps Sits a lioness with her true value Ye you are brave and beautiful Speak and let your voice be heard Let all ungentlemen see your worth Tell the world you're a woman, not a dumpster..                            CATALEA BONEZ

I hear the silent movement again The laughter of the stream at dawn We are coming to drink from you I know the smell of Oghene It calls me from my dreams I yearn for the day to break You're the fastest movement of love You break through anything You've broken through my heart forever You have no hands but you hold memories Smile again for I am coming Let's make more memories Splash! splash!! goes your magical voice Bringing life to my homeland Sing! for you are the muse in Akpugoeze                          CATALEA BONEZ

I was born in a land where all is black. I saw mother's skin at first and I think it was the most beautiful colour I had ever seen, black. I grew older and one day I looked at the mirror, I was awed by my appearance, what a beautiful sight! I soon got to walk the streets of Ninghali, I looked at sons of the soil, black braided hair that shines bright under the African sun. I finally got to see the other part of the world, where my colour was looked down upon. To them, we were darkness and have no form of beauty. Then my self esteem started to drop, I became unhappy with myself for I thought I was darkness. I walked the streets empty and feeling worthless but my skin burned in the yellow sun. I began to smile again for I saw my worth. I love black! I love me! I love Africa! Now here's a question, do you love you?