It is the year 1555. You are at home minding your own business when people storm down your gate, beat down your door and drag you outside by your arms, hair and the extra fabric of your dress. You are bewildered. Out in the street, people are chanting: “death to the witches!”, “get rid of the vermin”. You begin to understand what all this is about. Your husband died after only a year of marriage, you refused to be married and have your husband’s property snatched from you. You did not conform to the society’s expectations. They are mad at you, because they do not have the courage to do the same. You are burnt at the stake. You are look them in the eye and say nothing, you would rather be dead than live in this non-conformist society.

Where a person decides to target another person for reasons which may, or may not, be obvious. – Urban Dictionary definition of Witch Hunt

It is the year 2003. You are in your second year of campus when you get knocked up. You hide your growing belly for months until it is time to go home. Your parents throw you out and discontinue your education. You have embarrassed them in the eyes of the villagers. “Where will we hide our faces?” They ask as they throw your bag of clothes after you. The villagers point and laugh, “That is the degree she went to get at the university!”. No one helps you. You move to another town and rent a single room. You do odd jobs to carter for your child, you put your life on hold. Your child is successful and moves you into a mansion. They come looking for you, “our child, please come home.”

It is the year 2013. An impressionable freshman girl with no prior comprehensive sex education gets knocked up. She is not ready for motherhood, physically, mentally and financially. She raises money and goes to Marie Stopes, where she procures an abortion. Her church leaders are mad, she is excommunicated. The neighbours are angry, she is shunned. The entire country is angry, they sign a petition to shut down all Marie Stopes facilities. “How dare you play God?” “Do you know how many people crave children?”. She wonders why there are so many children living on the streets.

It is the year 2019. A final year university student is brutally murdered in broad daylight in the presence of many witnesses. She is busy minding her own business, trying to transform into a productive member of the society. “She infected him with HIV/AIDS, so he killed her in revenge,” theorizes an internet stranger. “Men have fragile egos, her rejection broke him,” apologizes another. One attempts to add up how come every rejected man does not go about slaughtering women who rejected them

The times have changed, the laws have changed, but human nature is still the same. People still detest that which is out of norm of what they are accustomed to, for a non-conformist is always to be feared. In truth, they are hiding behind moral panic or mass hysteria to suppress that which they do not understand. Witch-hunting will always be present in our society; only the definition will change.

The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them. – George Bernard Shaw


Deathly Contract

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Dear Death

Do you remember how you gloated

In my face when you claimed my beloved

Recall my pain every morning as I woke

Hoping it’s a dream only to be suckerpunched

I so fear loving and holding

Because you don’t mind snatching

To your cruelty I’ve lost chances

Of a last word, hug, last gift.
I have so little left

My small circle of family and friends that I love with depth

Look at me and see the joy I get at seeing smiles on their faces

Share in my pain when they hurt

Rejoice with me when I celebrate their victorious races.
Here is a deal.

Get some nice clothes and come out here

Tip: the Devil wears Prada.

Your move: Versace maybe?

Go on dates, create a business empire

Join some clubs, make friends

Share your life with them

Do you wish to lose them?
Here is the typed contract.

Sign here………and here…….

When it expires,

We’ll pose the question

Has humanity been installed in you?

If yes,

I win. I get to keep my loved ones.

If no,

You win. I get to understand why you do it.

Random Rhymes #2

It’s not everyday that you fall in love with someone

But it’s quite possible that daily you fall for the same one
It’s a privilege to get to love someone who loves you back
And that’s so much because most people love those that don’t want them and shun those that do
So I don’t take it for granted that I have you
I hate to disappoint you
But a lot of times I’m carried away.
All I need you to do is help me keep on track and not let me stray
Coz if you don’t guilt and regret is the price I pay
It’s a heartful of hurt but every time I get up to try harder I say
I’ll just try again and it will work out some day
It’s coz I love you, I know you deserve first class
And I hope you ain’t fragile as glass
Coz it will take a while for me to mow the grass
It may take forever, it may take a couple of days
It all relies on you wanting to stay
And to help me.

I know when to run

I always know when I’m about to break a heart

Don’t mistake me, I never plan for it
But when they push me too hard I start to fall apart
And it’s true I hate that bit
When I have loved with my all heart
And taking me for granted becomes the new habit

I know when I’m about to break a heart
When they stop treating me like a queen
Coz they feel niko box already so no need for some effort
Hey, I’m queen in or out so to make that mistake don’t be too keen
I know what I deserve so don’t you start thinking of me as an R&R resort-
A luxury that you could do without

It’s then that I will run for the hills
And I won’t walk out quietly
I know how to break a heart with skills
No fury is there like that of a woman scorned, assuredly
So I will leave with my dignity intact while your heart blood spills
It will be a lesson to appreciate what you have wholly.

Love lies bleeding

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By: Adhiambo Oyier
Love lies bleeding
Heartbeats away from dying
Wounds raw from slashing
To the finish line dashing
Love lies bleeding
By the roadside begging
Like the proverbial traveller
Robbed of possession
Robbed of dignity
Robbed of pride and ego
Fighting for a breath
Love herein lies bleeding
Life squeezing out
Crying out silently
Pleading with its eyes
Heavy upon the chest
Dragging its body
Willing to live
Strength sapping
Blood dripping
To the ground…


Random rhymes #1

A song of old times
Few words with no rhyme
A question on every soul’s mind
An answer I’m yet to find.

Why’s love so elusive
Give me an answer conclusive
It’s allure hard to resist
Yet heartbreaks scream, desist

One two, try
But some hands will still pry
You hurt and you cry
While your heart bleeds dry

A moment you in the high sky
You convince your heart to fly
Too close to the sun and you fry
Drop harder than before, sigh



Smothered into a sick surrender
Figuring out how to put things back together
The relationships destroyed one sip at a time
By poison that for every reason I couldn’t live without
A coldness has creeped into my heart and on this very occasion we should be sharing together,
I’m penning  missive to you📝

Do you remember when we first met
I, the shy girl
Reluctantly relenting and surrendering to your smooth seduction
Trapped by your first kiss
Never to look back at the pain
Panning to stay numb forever
Living a dream
Atleast that was my plan
For in you I found a new home
A new family and
Learned new skills coz you gave me,
A liquid education
Mixing your flavours with chemical precision
You brought out the woman in me
Confident of my beauty
And bold of statement
While we were holding hands in darkness
Lips and tongues together
Staggering Spadina Senseless
Sex in clubhouse washrooms, dance floors and hostel bunk beds
Passing out on floors and streets
A merry widow of straps and tangled limbs, you made me💃🏽

Engineering my own destruction,

But that, was okay with me.

It’s only your betrayal that has pierced my heart without rhyme or reason
Now I’m just another statistic
Of kids who fell for your witchy charms, Mr Alcohol.

My letter is to let you know that I’m letting you go
To find new friends who will let you do as you wish
Because for me I want another chance at life
I won’t end up dead in a gutter overflowing or my gullet slit in a thicket behind a serial killer’s den
Coz I’m leaving you Mr Alcohol
I can already see the wicked spite in your eyes as you read this
The hateful glare you’re casting towards my image in your mind
The sarcastic smirk on you fat face
You think I won’t make it.
You’ll be surprised, Sir.