Ralph Okafor

Biography: I am a short pencil in the hands of a writing God sending a love message to the world.

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Ralph Okafor
Monday 13 May 2024


Once, I was a glorious flower. My thorns were fluffy petals. Soft and velvety and reeked of musk.

I lured Butterflies with them. Birds sang my praise. And just like the rose's, I truly knew how to bloom.

Until I was completely torn. Injured by conjugal lust. I can no longer condone lovers ingratiating to me.

I am a cactus, a damsel in distress. Strayed into loneliness from the garden where I used to be the kenspeckle.

Into the lingering wilderness of sand dunes in the arid desert. To bloom only at midnight where none can see me.

My language is pain. I declare my love with a bleeding touch.

I do not need companions to survive. I do not even need the rain. I do not yield to draught.

The tears welled up in my Bossom can last me until the end of time.


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