Favorkhaoya

Mama You are a special case, Beautiful flower vase Faith with a base, Stiletto in a room full of flats  Leaving imprints whenever you walk in. Mama, Your bark is harder than the bite, Enough to make me right my wrong Stopping at a loss ain't you, Changing the game plan defines you Reasons why the crown fits you perfectly. Mama I stumble and fall, Shake with overload of shock. Bruise my heart, soul and body, Walk in darkest of paths, Too worn to step on. Like magic you appear, Bright as the shining sun, Your rays make graphics, Piece by piece you stitch me, Word by word, reassure me Touch by touch heal me. Without you,what would I do? You are the centre piece of my art gallery, Enclosing you in glassware, I won't For those with taste in fine art to touch and feel you. So they know what a good mum is made of. ~Favor Khaoya  

Heavy breathing! Stars! Ears ringing! Legs shaking! White light! Pure bliss. If this is what gets me locked out of heaven, then hell is a good compromise. I was swimming in this ocean of contentment when I slowly opened my eyes . The first bits of light were blinding but I slowly got accustomed to it . I noticed my surroundings; the California king size bed, the grey wall paint, the musk smell of Glade air spray and the photo on the wall; Steve and I.  Then it hit me what I had come to do . Thank God I had two minutes of happy post nut clarity before this dampening one. Steve was my childhood sweetheart. The perfect love at 18 and somehow at 25, he still fit like a puzzle piece; well when he wanted to that is  . Yet , I was about to do the one thing I never thought I would do . He was my first and only, my sun rose and set at his feet. But you know what they say, no matter how long the sun shines, the moon must own the sky too or something like that . It was time our sky b...

You know the saying, "when I grow up, I want to be…." It is always cupped with ridiculous dreams that we somehow believe we could achieve. That keeps us going; funny how achievement and hope rank top of the list of motivation factors. Even though sometimes, it is just chasing the wind. So, what happens when you get what you want, rather what you wanted, and somehow, it's not good enough? Never meet your heroes they say. After two years, that is how I felt. Like there wasn’t gold in the river, that I had been washing my hands in forever. Don’t get me wrong, not monetary gold, that did not matter to me as I was volunteering. The passion that run through my veins and the enthusiasm that fueled me seemed to drain. I no longer felt like fighting the good fight. I mean, a battle is fought by more than one person, right? So, what was the use of fighting it alone? Or rather, feeling like I am fighting it alone.? I know there is hope in these waters. Hope to save a life or m...

  SOMEONE LIKE YOU I stood there mesmerized. For a person who travelled three hundred miles and eight towns to get there, I really didn’t know what I was signing my self up for. I mean I do! I did! but then , at that moment, heaven seemed to cloud my tongue and judgement. I had no choice but to stand there bewildered. It isn’t my fault that after a year, he looks like a Greek god. I would gladly worship at his temple , pouring libations and chanting incantations to his ears whenever an opportunity presented itself. It really is unfair when an ex glows up after a breakup! Couldn’t you be this divine when you were mine ? “What are the odds?” Greg said “Hello to you too.” I responded. “Come here.” He said while tugging me in for a hug. I felt like a part of me sprang back to life . A part that wanted to stay alive more than anything. A part of me that only he could lock and unlock ! It’s absurd how much power he still holds over me . Three minutes later, I was still engulfed i...

  ROLLING IN THE DEEP “Okay. Get out! “ “Can we talk? Could you listen to my side of the story please?” “Why should I ?” “For old time-sakes; for us” “Ha! Old times-sakes; us! Baby,  Oh pardon me, INTRUDER! I have no story to be told but I've heard one on you, now I'm gonna make your head burn. No explanation from your floodgate of lies is going to make you win me over . Why should you? When you let me slip out of your fingers like glass on wet hands. I broke! YOU BROKE ME! You do not deserve an ounce of my forgiveness and no amount of penance is going to fix the damage you caused .  Think of me in the depths of your despair. Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared with you. Never again! Am I understood?” I said while slamming the door to his face.  I did not care to hear if he understood me or not. I doubt he has ever done that anyway. But at that moment, I needed a minute. A minute to catch my breath. A minute to lower my amour. A minute ...

  HELLO Hello, it's me. The girl who let you get away. The one who promised to stay but didn’t and is now drowned in a plague of regret. I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet; to go over everything. They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing . Has it to you? Or is the void still there? Wrapped in shiny colors and pigments of happiness that plumbent to emptiness when you are alone at 3am? Hello, can you hear me? I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be when we were younger and free . How every decision was based on flipping a coin and “yes” was our favorite word. When it was you and I against the world even when they batted eyes at us like they did to Bonnie and Clyde. We were each other’s ride or die and we spent every waking moment proving that. Do you remember the movie nights that extended to days and we only left because we run out of food? Or the days we cancelled on our friends just so we could si...

  SEND MY LOVE. Oh Damn! Oh damn! Oh damn! Those are three oh damns! I mean, am I excited about the whole thing? Hell no. Am I slightly impressed about it? Absolutely. Who wouldn’t? Let us be honest here, how many times do you say, “it is not you, its me.” While breaking up? First, I think that line is cliché and people should come up with exciting ways of breaking up. You know, for instance take someone to the gym and say we can’t work out. If she/he isn’t smart enough for that, maybe tell them “Hey babe, it’s time to take our relationship to the previous level.” My personal favorite must be, “I will always cherish my initial misconceptions about you.” But hey, that’s as mean as telling someone to remove L in Lover; it rips the band aid fast and smooth. Isn’t that what we all want? WROOOOOOOOOOOONGGG! It still hurts when the band aid is ripped out; whether it is sugar coated in “it’s not you, its me “ or wrapped in movie references like “we need to cover more ground so we should...