By Pat Ashinze


nothing makes

a man look stupid

like wanton misery

and consistent failure.

And love.

i tell you, dear reader –

not because i have drunk sour wines;

not because i have seen the sky bleed;

not because my memories have grown

grey beards and have become arthritic;

i tell you this to show you the vanity

behind having an human existence.

if you see a man crying, run!

his soul is filled with shadows.

his memories are Unclad and silty.

run! – before the heaviness spreads and

makes you a city beneath the earth.

truth is: the mind of every man is filled with grief:

consisting of sorrows that sting like desert arachnids and

hurt like the jests of blasphemous demons.

we hide our pains behind our teeth everyday,

praying in dense notes for death to run away,

waiting for God to show his face in the clouds.

another truth is that happiness requires sacrifice.

it is the reward for hearts

that have chosen to ignore pain

and learnt to live in a world

filled with dangling windows,

punctured destinies, broken stories,

false friends, envied pedestals,

desolate cities and empty rooms.

happiness is not for cowards.

be illumined.

Bio: My name is Pat Ashinze. I am Nigerian by birth and citizenship. I am an hybrid of two major Nigerian tribes, Igbo and Yoruba. Writing, to me is the only way I can talk without being interrupted.
I am fluid in my writings, revolving within the axial stream of poetry, prose and whatnot.
Currently, I am pursuing a degree in Medicine at The University of Ilorin, Kwara state, Nigeria.

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