Written By: Precious Uwen
when we started loving
it was like we got new clothes.
and we’d never stain it.
But we wore our love repeatedly for days
without changing it.
We wore our love with the same pattern,
with the same style.
The same look, e v e r y day.
Soon we began to play with it,
In park and rough playgrounds,
Dabbed the sweaty face of the public
With it and carried it to malls
as we shopped.
tell me what happened
to our love? Did it die,
or did we forget about it,
just like a worn-out shirt
dumped in a basket of dirty linens?
our love is no longer what it was:
Admirable. Thrilling. So beautiful.
It no longer pours sweetness into us
we’ve dumped it.
not that we haven’t tried
the much we can to revive
or make something
good come out of it.
but because a thing
too stressed becomes
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Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
We loved this story, @ewoe_nam
We still do 👏🏾👏🏾
I am happy to announce that my story has found a home with @eboquills🥳 https://eboquills.com/2021/02/23/brach-and-ara-a-short-story-by-ghanaian-writer-ewoenam-kukah/
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