Life as it comes.
i tried to wait for you • i didn’t want to leave without seeing you • but something came up • they said it was urgent • that it couldn’t wait • i wish i hadn’t listened • i wish i waited • i wanted to be there when you first opened your eyes •... Continue Reading →
when i am all alone, i feel like i don’t exist
Dearest reader, I know it’s been over eight months since we spoke; two hundred forty one days to be exact. Believe me, I tried to find my way back here but the waves of life kept pulling me further away. I’m sort of back now so let’s try this again, shall we? What I’ve been... Continue Reading →
A review of 2021; home and away.
A delightful review of my poetry collection: These Things.
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Okay..Grab a seat. Let me tell you about “These Things”.
“These things” is a collection of poems and prose by Elizabeth Awori. The author uses the two genres to deliver a great deal of impassioned poetry and coherent prose thematically connected and deeply rooted in personal experience, and general societal themes.
Written in mainly two narrative forms; first person and second person, the book conveys hyper imaginative thoughts, feelings and ideas. The author uses a simple but heartwarming diction combined with exquisitely designed figurative language to tackle complex themes and Ideas such as; love, loss, pain, rejection, sexuality and boundaries, faith, growth, equality, acceptance, among others.
Elizabeth uses snappy description to construct a wave of imagination to provoke a great deal of emotions and feelings of love, nostalgia, melancholy, disappointment, peace and betrayal in the reader’s mind. Her…
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A beautiful review of my poetry collection.
In her debut collection of poems, Lisa talks pain, love, heartbreak and home. Her poems about love and pain are so relatable; so much that she sucks you in and drags you along; you become one with the persona. In the first section of the book, she writes about love in glowing terms with the flowery images of the sun, the water that doesn’t drown but quenches. It’s all bliss and beautiful. She praises her lover and revels in love.
The second section, though, strikes a sharp contrast. What was rosy and beautiful turns bitter. The quenching water now drowns, she becomes a rugged, a baggage-carrying girl, a deserted house, one who dreads home. She relays the pain in this section so vividly that it moves you. The persona stands right in front of you, and her pain beckons your own pain.
Let’s talk about the themes. Simply put, these…
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Today I went to the village - my father’s ancestral home. I was last here last year. I found grandpa seated on the veranda of their house. Grandma; in her green gomesi was seated on the kitchen veranda. They were both unshelling groundnuts as hens and ducks played at their feet. As soon as she... Continue Reading →
A story is told of a chief who didn’t have a patience for time wasters. He arrived at his station an hour to the exam. He would sort examination cards and place them in order in the exam room. His invigilators would find him already placing answer booklets on desks so you can imagine his... Continue Reading →
I walk around the room looking for names that remind me of home. This is how I distract myself from the pain in my left knee. This is how I ignore the voices in my head. Source : Pixabay See; I’m invigilating national exams, UACE to be specific. The Uganda Advanced Certificate of Education exams... Continue Reading →
I know this year has been something. You’ve probably had to readjust your goals a few times. Maybe you expected things to get better and they only seem to going the other way. I know what that’s like because I’ve taken too many Ls too. I’ve seen the people I love go through tremendous pain.... Continue Reading →
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