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dedicated to slaves and their families.

I've seen her, it has been donkey of years now since she left, I've been trying to reach the 'home old phone' she took along when she was exchanged then — with the merchant —. I tried my luck again, I called and i was afraid to speak.

         "is this really you?"

I said. I sensed it. she couldn't cry nor could she laugh, she couldn't say she missed me nor could I say she robbed my heart...she gave it to the dogs...

         "Darling, are you still alright?"



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I said again, I heard silent ebullition over the air from her end.

         "is this really you."

I said again. I didn't want to be sure, perhaps I was curious. I know she's one, I did not know what to say.

          "when are you coming back, please?"

I couldn't help but feel the warm stream from my eye. twas from a hole I still can't find when I face the mirror with my eye.
with my eye opened, with my eye half closed and with my eye closed. i couldn't find the hole.

          "promise me you'll be okay."

she didn't say anything, her ebullition of soft cries says it all.
"I miss you, I miss you so much, I've missed you, I really do miss you, I do."


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I wanted to say them, I wanted to say it. I cried over the air, I heard her crying. I couldn't help it. we cried.

         "I miss you."

she said amidst the shriek of my heartbeat, it stopped, I heard slow and steady 'ba dump, ba dump...', I held my chest.

          "I really do."

she said again.




© Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

Sometimes, we cannot let go go those we love. and we have this  kind of connection that sets the heart, — the empty mind – and the whole self — when it's seem missing.
Tell me, what worth more than the times shared together, cherished smiles, memories...?
Slaves are human too. can we save them? 

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