ONE DICE, SIX SIDE.
you woke to the eerieness of that cold & rainy night.
the splatting sound of the cloud showers
hitting so hard as it collided with your metallic sheet.
“Pitter-patter;” were the streams of rhythm.
thunderbolt peered through the termite infested
crack on your door. you quiver & bit your lips
so hard as you draped yourself with your mattress.
a bitter taste hung on your throat—bile.
your lover from the west, Abike.
she had reassured you of her love till death part your ways.
the unholy act was committed
(fornication) and you felt guilty
but her dulcet voice made your conscience once pure.
the God of heavens should come to your rescue. “Óluwá wà;”
you plead with your not-so-good yoruba.
you’ve learnt quite a few. all you do for love.
even the language of another man.
“if man only dwells on the warmth his bed brings, that will
surely be his end.” that was the reason you brought her home;
your doom. hurricane always leaves
its print. she is the wind & has come to wipe clean.
you are a dice. each turn you make
gives a different outcome. you are either
one or two, three or four, five or even six
as a whole. game on, for the match just started.
Onuegbu Chiamaka is a young mind who writes from Port Harcourt. She writes to heal the world through a weapon; her pen. Her work has appeared in Thirty Shades of Rose & elsewhere. When she is not writing, she is reading or making research.