The feelings we feel
Happiness is like waking up to see
my favourite dishes for breakfast;
toasted bread and fried eggs.
Getting to school early and scoring As on all my tests.
Then I come home after a long stressful day at school.
Taking a bath and settling down to watch my favourite TV show;
just to see... it has been taken off air.
The sadness swallow me whole could have been mistaken for despair.
Over the long weekend, it is anger that fills me up,
when I see my younger siblings trooping into the room I had just mopped.
Littering every free surface with their toys.
Oh! The grief that came when I heard we lost my grandfather.
"Grandpa, we aren't done with our paintings,
you haven't taught me how to perfectly contour the nose!
You are yet to tell the stories of your younger days!"
Adieu grandfather, you will be missed.
I sit under the mango tree located in our front yard.
I remember the days my friends and I spent playing under this tree as children
Back then our hearts were free of worries and full of laughter.
Oh mango tree, you are the very representative of nostalgia.
At night when I lay in my bed to sleep,
I become afraid, my mind makes the clothe
hanger on the wardrobe look like some kind of monster.
I dive under the covers to hide my fear.
It's the Award-giving ceremony at the end of the term.
Everyone is seated to hear who would be given the title of 'The Best Student'.
My right leg can't stop bouncing with anticipation.
My teeth are clattering.
I am filled with anxiety.
And then I hear my name being called.
That pure feeling of ecstasy is joy.
Copyright © Bernadette Nzekwe | Year Posted 2025
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