Sunday, 5 July 2015
Sunday, 5 April 2015
We met in a hopeless place, a place where dreams die or are raised-
and in the depths of that hopeless place, we fell in love: like lilies struggling through the cracks of parched earth.
I gave you my life, in the place which had become our home, a home filled with dreams and hopes.
But I didn't belong there.
Maybe because I was alone in our home of dreams and hopes;
and you were far away, not in love, in that hopeless place.
But still I hope, because I fear that a dream aborted today
Might have been a dream to raise, hopeless though it seems.
Time has turned and turned again, and I remain hoping, in the hopeless place I have made my home.
And you remain far, far away.
-Agwu Margaret Ada.