1653….Season 3 /Phase 1
Writer : Akila Raza
Editor : Edward Wangamah
Critics:
Mitul Shah
Fatema Nathoo
Batul Ladak
Zainab Ladak
Samiha Shabbir
G Jeff Double
Sammy Kiragu
Presenter Barack
In the loving Memory of Cherry….a Woman of standards and principal…beauty and Brains . Rest in peace ….rest among the Angels….
” Each of us had memories we cherished, bitter sweet, filled with emotions like the waves of the sea….some had rough waves, some had cool breeze ..some had wind storms, some had sunshine .
There were tears that were yet to flow, but the Pandora box had to be opened,
It was time to let go”.
Amy Newton sat among the trio , her mind was churning, yesterday had been a rollercoaster from the start and the joint she had puffed made all her demons of memories surface… Sameer , Nora and Flora surrounded her like school kids ready to listen to what she had to tell after they had decided that each one will push their way back in to the past to the start line until the point where they were able to connect to 1653 then meet at the junction and move from there….there had to be a connection….. They were all spread out like naked wires of a circuit breaker and it was time to reconnect, Amy wanted to light another joint but decided to go for coffee instead….after the incident last night she felt her nerves on a tight rope …. Whatever she had smoked had been unusual, it wasn’t the normal weed that she and Bryan….ah Brian…bastard…but she loved him, her eyes filled up with tears and she brushed it off…. He walked away….just like that, like some rear hole wind pass, puff and that’s it… After 5 years of being together , through all the ups and downs, the struggles, the nights when their moans of lovemaking made the mountain wolves question their moonlight howls….one fine day he just decides to walk out….why ? Ha! He found a woman …who was I Amy wondered ….a trash bin?… She passed by the mirror as she headed towards the kitchen, she paused by the mirror to look at her reflection.
in just one day she looked like a rag doll, her curves her curls, her eyes her skin her morale ….was all gone…like some notes on chalk board wiped off.
Amy sighed, her heart was heavy with emotions that she needed to deal with….the Amy she saw in the mirror was not her….her vibrant self was desperately screaming for help, bloody hell she wouldn’t let it just die…
” Amy….. Stop staring at the mirror, it will crack… come-on we are waiting…” Nora shouted from the other room…it would have been easier for her float to where Amy was but she decided to keep distance…Amy had a story to tell …she needed time to sort her box and see what to reveal and what to hide..after all history had to be penned for the next generation to see…..
Unrefined Poetry 