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Naana Soul

I put feelings into words.. For more of those words, follow me on instagram @nsoul.poetry

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Solomon's Proverbial Woman

When she said I love you, he was silent. He knew she was right. He also knew that this woman that sat beside him was his only hope. She said I love you in a few sentences where he found his guilt.
The first sentence had put him on defense. He could not imagine that a woman, the help that God made for man, had become his strength. He leaned on her to walk, he talked in her ear to be heard, he slept because she laid beside him.
The second sentence silenced his doubts. How can a woman that did not give birth to him, care for him so. In another life, if he could choose a mother, it would be her. The woman that laid hands on him and cried to her God, for a man that does not believe.
The third sentence pushed a tear from his eyes. What did he do to deserve this woman. All the wealth and lack of it did not change her. The support from his family that she lacked did not push her away. His aloofness only stopped nothing, she did not mind.
When she said I love you, he remembered a verse a man preached in the bus; “Many women are good wives, but you are the best of them all.”
-nsoul
Solomon's Proverbial Woman

#WallPot

Solomon's Proverbial Woman #WallPot #story

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Naana Soul

Until The Rain Stops And The Rainbow Comes

Momma liked to decorate our permed hair with colourful ribbons. She would divide our hair into quarters and gather each quarter into blue, red, green and pink ribbons. Daddy would be waiting, impatiently in the car, honking and shouting. And we would shout back, "we're almost done!" for the fourth time. At the sight of his rainbow looking children, his creased face would straighten into first, a wide smile then a little laugh. Momma now sits in the seat Daddy used to sit in. His eyes closed in the passenger seat, and a walking stick beside his seat. His face bear no traces of the smile that used to tease the corners of his eyes. At the sight of his children, he does not see. He does not see that we have dressed up. Our hair, made up just like seven years ago. In rainbow colours, just the way he liked. Until the rain stops and rainbow comes, we will dance in the rain in our rainbow dresses.
-nsoul #WinterFog

#WinterFog

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Naana Soul

gratitude is hard for me to measure these days.
whilst the air i still breathe is evidence of something
to be grateful for,

i have got nothing to show, except for my lungs
that heave up and down and
eyes in myopic lense that see nothing new.

my bed is tired of this body that only knows how to eat
and give up. it can tell the story better,
of how a young girl lives in an old woman's body.

what is growth, when every year adds flesh and grief.
i gambled with all the hope i had on life,
it turned me into a believer with a Bible.
-nsoul #Darknight

#Darknight

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Naana Soul

suicidal thoughts run through my mind along with her brother

guilt. they jolly up and down and sit wherever they please; in my

chest and it contracts to push them out; in my legs, the muscles

pull them in making me stop in my track to get a sheet. the white

sheet lays on the table so peacefully i become jealous. the murder

weapon, a pen that would later be drilled in my skin, laid beside it.

this sheet had a friend and that was all i wanted. they lust for my

words and i long for them. only two sentences i have in mind;

i have done what i can, what i was taught and what i was shown and for me, it is enough. this is the peace i have made with myself and the world the good Lord put me in.

and at that point alone, nobody stopped me, nobody, except my

own body. those muscles did not let go, they pulled and pulled until i

was forced to cry for help. help! somebody, anybody.
-nsoul help

#still

help #still

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Naana Soul

Do I have ADHD?
a question
i asked myself when i read a thread of tweets on twitter
by a woman who was trying to help her friend
her tweets went viral
that it reached the little pool of people I was following,
my timeline, a feed of words and pictures
i identified with some of those symptoms she mentioned
in that instant
i jumped to Google, eager to erase this suspicion
people had created websites for it,
ADHD blogs and articles
it had to be popular to earn it's own website and fame
i was a little amused at the thought that
i never really knew of it's existence
i had heard about it in a song that Joyner Lucas rapped with Logic
"ADHD"
i did not think much of it then until the tweet
i had not heard about it, being mentioned in the classroom
or discussed in the salon, marketplace, commercial buses
like it was talked about mostly on social media
especially by the white community
my sister and I used to joke about how certain ailments
were only popular with whites than people of colour
Alzheimer, Schizophrenia, Bipolar disorder, ADHD
it is almost felt as if it was made for them
like malaria and AIDS were made for us
the question I asked myself, I never got the answer to
or rather
i never found the courage to admit the answer
even after reading those helpful articles and blogs
i still could not shake away the feeling
of looking for something to blame,
something foreign
for my laziness, forgetfulness, irritability
maybe, just maybe it is not ADHD
it is what it is and we move
-nsoul adhd

#wetogether

adhd #wetogether #poem

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Naana Soul

i stopped praying
i refuse to
soak my sheets again
i refuse to
force words out of my mouth again
i refuse to
allow my words
drown in a pool of brine
not anymore,
until those words flow
in marks of exclamations
at what the Lord has done
i refuse to open my mouth

//silent protest//
nsoul #Grassland

#Grassland #poem

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Naana Soul

it is in the way the air moves
in her own determined pace,
a breeze, a hurricane
whatever she chooses to be
it is in the way the water moves
in her own determined pace,
a spring, a waterfall, an ocean
whatever she chooses to be
it is in the way her hips move
to the left and to the right
whatever direction she chooses
it is in the way her hair stands
in a bun, or on the loose
whatever she wants it to be
it is in nature, it is in her
- nsoul well...

#InternationalMensDay2020

well... #InternationalMensDay2020 #poem

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Naana Soul

beauty never had a definition until
someone invented the word ugly/
and gave such power to others
to put beauty into an empty box/
so we settled with that saying,
"beauty lies...." because beauty,
in the eyes of the beholder is
only limited to what the eye sees/
and that is exactly why it is a lie,
in the eyes of the beholder/
for beauty transcends the scope
of the eyes of the beholder/ and
because beauty is undefined,
ugly can never exist/
because beauty is infinite
the eyes can never behold
all the angles of it's glory
- nsoul beauty

#Bhaidooj

beauty #Bhaidooj

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Naana Soul

they look up to me
they look down on me
wherever they may be
looking, up or down
of which concern it is,
to me, is yet unknown
almost to a point of
utmost negligence
but wherever I may be
looking, up or down
they look not with me

- nsoul look with me

#stairs

look with me #stairs #poem

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Naana Soul

Look at the universe
in all her wonder unseen
moving man
to look,
to see,
to hear,
to listen,
to touch,
to feel,
and still we hold
our tongue,
our pen
-nsoul nonchalance

#steps

nonchalance #steps

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