SAMAN(Ghost)

Odo wu aa, )k) he? – Where does dead love go?

M’akoma da babi,- My heart lies somewhere

Your mother is Methodist,,, that is why we chose here

I am a sinner but I nodded eagerly ; I said yes

Anything to see your half-smile, to feel you squeeze my hand

We bought 160 plastic chairs/ we bought the pastor a suit/

Your father asked for an Audi, I bought it tear-rubber

Before I met them I cut my braids

I took off my earring/ I shaved my beard clean

We spent 10,000 Ghana cedis on the food alone

You wanted only the best.

And that was not me.

I stood there for an hour

Facing a cold crowd and colder streams of sweat

Your father came out with your wedding dress

Immediately,

Your mother swept the church floor with her skin

Still’

I asked the pastor to continue

The guests slipped on their own veils as I married what you left.

Me, your ghost and your dress

Will be waiting at the Methodist church

As Mr. And Mrs. Sarpong

Americana

Mama, do you remember how I left ??

“Wo kai?” Do you remember ?

We bought one ‘Ghana must go’, you gave me your father’s jacket:;

The one he wore for the March on Independence Day //

“Wo Kai?”

We did not tell any body

Even when the passport came, even when we got the visa-

You said the family witches will come along

“Wo Kai?”

Eunice bought the gari, milo and dry fish

“Wo Kai?”

Is she still my girl? I wrote her letters

She wrote one back and her lies set me free

I sent her a phone \\\\\

She called me twice and my calls haven’t gone through since

Mama, I do not forget the days my brothers and I sat around your pot and shared boiled yam with no stew

“Wo Kai”

I do not forget how we run up and down the market with your tubers of yam after school;;;; begging people to buy

“Wo Kai?”

We did not hear from Tweneboa when he finally went to London

Only to hear weeks later that strangers had buried our brother, your son, in a stranger land

I remember how you wept, you went to the airport, you begged them to take you to your son

I do not need to ask “Wo Kai”

Mama I studied well

I cooked at a Ghana restaurant here but after the degree I said I was going to be great

Mama, I bought you a fridge, I know you use the rickety one with only one side working

“Me kai” I remember

I bought land at Dodowa

I was not coming to bury you, so where did you go

You have left me in a stranger’s land

Mama, I am sorry I did not pick calls often/// too busy chasing dreams

And a tiny kwahu girl

Mama, you wept when you touched the dollar

“Wo Kai”

Mama, I sent you a picture, in my shades and beanie

“Wo Kai”

You showed it to Auntie Aggie and Auntie Awo

You put it between your Bible

I came today with the fridge and cooking pot not flowers

“Y3 b3 Kai” We will always remember.

The Story of EPHYA CHUTE from FACEBOOK.

Yaw sat behind his screen, glasses slightly askew, hair half-crazed as he stalked her socials. Agatha was ‘YUNG EPHYA CHUTE’ a mere decade ago. Oversharing her broken-hearts and memes on facebook with splatters of memory verses here and there. He was astonished by her photos. two fingers raised in the air; her body tilted to accommodate the outmoded nokia phone being held at an angle. In others the camera was so closed to her face he feared she was going to walk through the screen. She was tiny, puberty had really done her well.

Compared to her current snapchat and instagram, ‘EPHYA CHUTE’ had really undergone a miraculous metamorphosis. She had developed very nicely. Fairer skinned with a very shapely body. Her eyes were oval with lips just thick enough to make a man dream. She had permed hair underneath her weave-ons which she occasionally wore in a silky fro or a neat doughnut piled neatly on the very top of her head.

Her new instagram handle is ‘AgathaDennis’ and it was constant for all her other social media accounts. Her bio read ‘LAW GRADUATE, MOTHER OF TWO PLANTS, PARTY FREAK AND AVID READER.’ Though he discovered she was actually a third class biochemistry graduate and had only ever touched a plant for picture aesthetic. It seemed she also run a cosmetic online shop. Her instagram page was filled with chic places and expensive clothes, wearing hair he knew costs more than it should.

She was always with the same four friends but recently it appeared the group had a falling out with one. So she was down to only ‘three girlfriends now’, apart from the semi-celebrities she hang out with on occasion.

Still, he had also ‘researched’ on each of them them. Yaw had found out evyerthing about her in just three hours.

Her mother run a shop that sold cloth at Adenta and from her poems on tubmlr he could tell they were not close to her father who had not been seen in years. She is an only child and although she didn’t show her partners on social media, she hinted at being in relationships with her tweets and memes. ‘Loyal for a nigga who is always down for me’, ‘Only sweet and sappy for my man, otherwise I’m cold asf’…… In some ways, she was still the old Facebook girl.

What? Yaw had to check her out, he couldn’t believe such a person has an account on a dating app where most of the profiles belonged to young men hoping to catch gays and gullible people. Yaw had set a date with her at an expensive restaurant because he was sure she would not come if it was not one of the best. And he had only been able to manage this after texting her several weeks with small but costly gifts to her. Which she anonymously posted on her socials with emojis like ‘🥺🥺🤧🥰🤩🤫🤐’

He got up from behind the screen. Yaw was weird and gawky, oversized glasses mocked his large eyes. His curly hair accentuated his smooth chocolate skin. Yes, he looked quite the opposite of a creepy stalker. He was long but muscular in a way that girls found cute, which was the look he was going for. He smirked as entered his washroom to get ready for his date. Images of Agatha slightly drunk and if needed, drugged and lying naked in his bed, floated gracefully in his head.

Agatha was a whole hour early. She took out her Pro Max and showed her following the beautiful place she was in. She ordered a cocktail as she waited calmly for her date. She had cleaned her seat twice to be sure, made certain the cocktail contained only what she had asked for and then she continued to complain about the temperature in the room for the next twenty minutes.

When Yaw entered, he recognized her immediately. He was surprised she was already there as he was just on time. According to what they had agreed on. He considered sitting elsewhere for a couple of minutes to watch her but she was already waving at him.

She dismissed the tired waiter and waved him over, pretending she hadn’t seen him see her. He walked over and hugged her in the holy way strangers with a potential intimate relationship do. Agatha should have really spent the night noticing the mysterious little things Yaw did or did not but she was too busy soaking herself in.

Yaw barely said anything about himself but kept asking Agatha questions which she happily stepped into the spotlight to answer and stayed there. Yaw never gave away any of the information he already knew. At the end of the night the only new information he got was that her last relationship lasted only a few weeks. They did not discuss the weather, or Ghana government. they did not discuss the latest news or celebrities.

Agatha did not notice the way Yaw kept his head low hoping not to catch anyone’s eye even though he had chosen a restaurant well far away from anyone who might know him.

She did not notice how expertly he held his fork and knife when the food they finally ordered came, tearing through tissue neatly.

She was busy snapping away and taking pictures for the gram.

He was happy she did not add his face to the pictures. Instead, only random parts of him like his shoes or the sleeve of his shirt.

A little tipsy, Agatha rose to go home with Yaw. Half-singing along with Ofori Amponsah on the radio. She did not notice the way He gripped his wheel with adrenaline pumping through his veins. The half-crazy gint in his eye. He helped her up his apartment staircase into her room. Yaw set the instagram influencer on his couch and walked into his kitchen to get another drink.

He whistled to himself as he picked up a bottle of wine and uncorked it. But just as he turned to bring the drink to her, he felt a sharp pain in his back, blood leaking all over, very fast.

Poor Yaw did not get to see how Agatha cleaned her seat twice and polished her cutlery to shine before eating. He did not connect the dots about her egocentricity and pathological lying even after he discovered she was not an actual lawyer. He ignored some of the ominous and downright dark and horrifying poems he came across on Tumblr directed at her ex lovers.

If they had spoken about mutual interests at all during their time in the restaurant he might have been told that Agatha liked songs that favored ended on a sad note and goth music. She preferred nights to daytime. Maybe she would have said or that if he had asked specifically.

Yaw might connect these just before his last breath. Or when they meet in hell.

Awieeɛ(THE END)

I have two cold cups of tears to share

With iced block heart

My invisible friends can see the red sky

But you already knew the end was here

You had poured yourself into bottles of a heady girl//

And stored it in the dark corners of fresh bony secrets

Deep between newly born feelings

Still;

You did not prophesy the apocalypse

You said forever

You said: “forever,,,

like pure 18 karat gold”

We saw the signs;;

The troubled waters between us

So we had to swim days to spend an hour together

The shaky grounds :: so we chose our steps carefully

So we tread lightly with our love

Careful that we do not fall.

We saw the signs;;;

Our old memories were raptured,

Gone// gone/// gone////

We were left behind

Still

I would not believe in who is to come

This new you

Made up for her

Yes,

Yes sir, we have come to our end.

But you are all I know

And even if love has become a dirty word

I was already filth.

Edward Sekyi ShowBoy Jnr.

Junior you promise me

You say together ;;

Together tomorrow, tomorrow forever.

Where you dey?

Junior you look ma eye

You put the ghc5 kantamanto ring on ma han’

You say ‘ma sweetie, ma wife’, talk true

Where you dey?

Junior you go buy taxi

You write ma name for back

You writing ‘Still Ama Tweneboa’

Junior, where you dey ?

Junior 2016 pass

I stand where your taxi use park

Eve-ly night 6:00pm, I pack my bag

Where you dey ?

ShowBoy say he go take me go ‘Amelica’

He buy me beauriful brine new hair

He buy me ‘obroni’ shoe

ShowBoy who take you from me ?

Junior,, is because I no fine girl?

I go chop for you

Junior I go better for you

Junior I see you

I see Facebook, you plus some ‘pikin’, you look verly verly like pikin

Junior, you kill me finish

Send me A New Body

We tried to build a body

We melted for it //

We wept, we collapsed

To create it ;

To become a body.

You know it didn’t come out well

Bones askew, mismatched skins

And too many broken hearts.

It’s 9:54pm

And we can’t sleep

Because you’ll dream and call me Mary,

And I’ll tell you I’m not her

Now it’s 9:58pm

Our body wears nothing but naked silence and see-through thoughts /

You can hear my dreams

Breaking with our many hearts:

You can hear my pen scribbling on paper

You know no one will read it’’

I can hear you clawing quietly under our flesh

Treading lightly over tired muscles

And jumping over bruised intertwined veins

Hoping for an escape,

Looking for a tiny crack

I know this body will break’

Don’t you remember when we were 9

We were young, we had an old body

We met soul to soul

Running to each other, sole by sole

But this old body was spacial

We constructed it from time and memories

As we tripped during races

And fetched water in the rain with metal buckets

We did not have dreams then

Except catching an airplane one day in mid flight

We did not even have names then

You called me girl.

I bought a wedding dress and burned it

You found ‘the one’ and buried her

We were just looking for a new home

We were looking for new bodies.

We are not ready.

Send me a new body.

Beau Crime

Do you know how to make a body grow cold?

I’m gathering yellow dust on the shelf;

And yes, I have tried to neatly wrap myself around my neck;;

And bow tie my skin neatly on my kidneys

My angel hid behind me// So I choked him

Now he is lying lifeless, bleeding gold

I have plucked his wings

I am new, I am glory

I too will see Heaven

I put the corpse in a body bag filled with lilacs and thorns

Down on my knees with detergent and my new wings I scrub the moment away

;I wonder what my wings will become

like Luna’s??/pure pure sun light

Like Ariel’s? ///solid diamond dust

Like Ruba’s? //soft clouds and sky

i felt the wings stretch behind me,

then, a roar-

the wings closed around me,

and all that was left of me was my polytene skin.

Purple bruised skin.

The Skins

“They have stolen Mara’s skin! Run everyone, the Colour Seekers are here”, Jojo shouts. The remains of the Darks Skin scatter. A fading girl stumbles into the camp, her body slowing losing colour; she turns from yellow to red to orange till she becomes pale. Jojo gathers what he can find from the burning camp: a shirt, two arrows, and a half-eaten pawpaw fruit. He holds the cowry necklace tightly in his hand. Things have been bad since the Colour Seekers came back. All five factions: Dark Skins, Light Skins, Brown Skins, Vitiligo, and Albino were in chaos. He can’t believe a few weeks ago, he and his friends sat around the fire and told Anansi stories. Everything had changed.

The Colour Seekers have been stealing melanin and hair, leaving the victims faded till they become non-existent. When they started, Jojo’s mother, a warrior, begged the factions to forget their feud and unite to fight but none of the factions listened. The Colour Seekers grew stronger and made an attack on the Brown Skins whose big afro hair; defying gravity could make them fly. They cut their hair off and stole their skin too. The black skin is magical, in the way it heals itself after a wound but don’t tell anyone. It is the most expensive thing on the market.

After the Browns, the Colour Seekers came after the Vitiligo who had patches of black on light or brown skin. Every Vitiligo could take any animal with their eyes. The Colour Seekers stole most of their irises to be able to have that control. The Colour Seekers took their melanin skin too. Then they hit the Darks, who’s black skin captures the solar power so they can create shocks and electric. This special melanin is gathered by the Colour Seekers to generate energy. Now they were headed for the Light Skins.

Jojo had lost his father to the Colour Seekers with no idea where his mother is. He packs the items he finds into his sack and decides to go to the Light Faction even though it has been years since different factions set foot on one another’s land. Jojo decides to risk it. He must save whoever he can. He leaves camp now, a determined look in his eye, legs marching straight forward. 

A stone hits Jojo from the side. He turns around, he sees no one. He starts to walk cautiously. Another stone hits him. He starts running. Just then, several more pebbles fly in his direction. Jojo runs for cover behind a tree. Two boys step out-one flying with his hair- from the bush where the stones were being thrown from. Jojo is taken back by how much alike they look. From the looks of it, one was a Brown Skinwith a big afro and the other a Vitiligo with dreadlocks. 

“Hey, what was all that about?”, Jojo says, frowning. He finally comes out from behind the tree to face the culprits.

“I told you it’ll be fun”, the Brown said, laughing. He throws another stone at Jojo. “My name is Rema and this is Remi, my twin brother.”

“Okay, Rema, has anyone never taught you not to throw rocks at strangers?” Jojo asks.

“Not really, our parents separated us after birth and then they left with all the other adults to finish the Colour Seekers”, Rema says.

“Well, they haven’t done much have they?”, Jojo replies, staring Rema in the eye.

“Don’t you dare insult my parents” Rema shouts, shaking with anger. His brother Remi holds him back. “Take that back”, Rema shouts whiles his brother holds him tight.

“No. now get out of my way. I’m going to save people”, Jojo says matter-of-factly.

“You? You couldn’t even dodge a couple of stones”, Rema sneers.

“I would have been able to if I had seen them”, Jojo says. He rushes towards Rema and knocks him down. Remi just steps back to leave the two of them at it. Rema kicks Jojo in the thigh and Jojo strikes back with an uppercut to his jaw. The two of them continue like that for two minutes till Rema says, “I just want everything to go back to normal.”

“Me too”, Jojo admits. He gets up and helps Rema up too. “I’m going to the Light Skin’s camp. That is where the Colour Seekers are headed. I’m going to help however I can”, he continues.

“We will come along”, Rema says excitedly. 

“No. I can do it all by myself”, Jojo says sharply.

“Okay, then we have decided to go to Light Skins too. To help anyone we can. Isn’t that true brother?”, Remi nods.

“Copycat. I will save more people than both of you put together.” 

“Sure. We will see”, Rema remarks.

Jojo leaves the boys behind. In a hurry to get to the Light Skins and a bit annoyed at the interruption.

Jojo arrives at the camp of the Light Skins but it is too late. The Colour Seekers have destroyed the place. Several people have had their skin stolen. They move around slowly, changing colours, fading off. Jojo drops to his knees and lets out a loud wail.

“There he is”, Rema says. Jojo looks over to see the twins with a Light Skin girl wearing red waist beads under her kente cloth dress. “We saved one and you saved zero. So do the maths and tell me who won?”, Rema says.

“This is not a game”, the Light Skins girl says in a high-pitched voice. Rema rolls his eyes.

“Fine”, Rema says.

“We are going to look for Sanka and finish him”, she says to Jojo. “You can join us; we will not allow him to take our black.”

“So, you three are going to kill the head of the Colour Seekers? Alone?”, Jojo says laughing bitterly.

“Are you coming or not”, the girl asks flaunting her long Rasta braids. “We don’t have all day you know,” she continues.

“If I’m coming, then I must lead you, that is the only way this will work”, Jojo says, standing upright, chest out.

“No way. We won’t let a Dark Skin lead us” Rema argues.

“But you’ll let a Light Skin?” Jojo says laughing.

“Hey, I have a name bullhead. I’m Dante and we can do this without you. Let’s go twins”, Rema sticks out his tongue and they walk away, leaving Jojo behind.

“Fine, fine, I’m coming but only because you won’t survive this without me”, Jojo shouts chasing after them.

Dante rolls her eyes.

“Sure, if that makes you sleep at night”, she says as Jojo joins them.

“So, what’s the plan here?”, Jojo asks.

“We are going to look for a Black Albino”, Dante says absent-mindedly whiles looking over at her map. “This way”, she says, starting to her right at the junction they had come across.

“Why would you be looking for a Black Albino?” Jojo inquires as to if it is the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

“Because the Colour Seekers can’t steal their skins, they don’t have melanin”, Dante says.

“But that is exactly why the tribe has gone into hiding. Because They don’t want to wait around for Sanka and his Colour Seekers to find a way of robbing their skin.”

“Still, we need one, their immune for now. You know they’re skin gives of white light in the darkest places. I think you should be able to reason that might come in handy since Sanka and his goons live in the dark.”

“How do you plan to find one then?”, Jojo questions Dante, “since you seem to know everything.”

“Hey guys”, Rema says

“I can tell you that….”.

“Guys!!!!”

“What?!”, Jojo and Dante shout breaking off what was about to be world war III.

“Look”, he says pointing at something.

A great lion had cornered a girl. It circled her, saliva drooping from the sides of its mouth. The girl was tearing off her anklet beads and throwing them at it. This only seemed to make the creature angry.

“Okay, here is the plan,” Jojo whispers, “I will go and save her whiles you wait here…”

Remi ignores this and steps out from the group and stands between the lion and the girl. He looks into its eyes and stretches out his hand. The creature looks at him, curiously, almost as if it is under a spell. It sits on its belly. Rema flies in, his hair flapping wildly. He holds the girl by the sides of her arms and carries her to where Jojo and Dante stand in shock.

“Hey, you were supposed to listen to the plan”, Jojo rebukes the twins.

“What is wrong with you? They just saved the girl. If they had waited for you to finish your plan which by the way was already sounding very weak to me, she would have been dead”, Dante says, holding the girl in her arms.

“Well done Remi”, Rema says, clapping his twin brother on the back.

“He doesn’t talk much, does he? You brother Remi”, Dante remarks.

“No, he doesn’t talk much”, Rema says, looking fondly at his brother, “We just found each other because you know, the Colour Seekers separated the tribe. We just sort of found each other”, Rema announces.

“Very touching story whiles we are here, going to kill the Almighty King of thieves. Touching indeed. In fact, why don’t I also talk about my own experience too and waste time” Jojo sneers.

“Where am I?”, the pretty girl wakes up her orange-brown hair tightly plaited into cornrows as bright as her pale skin.

“We just saved you”, Rema says. 

“Oh yes, the lion. Thank you. I had left my tribe to pick oranges around and I lost my way. I’m Aayla by the way. Nice to meet you all. Thank you for saving me.”

“Welcome, well then, you can go back now…,” Dante says.

“Go back, what do you mean go back, we need a black albino and we just happen to miraculously find one and you said she can go?” Jojo exasperates. 

“What does that mean”, Aayla asks.

“We are going to find Sanka and we need a black albino”, Rema says, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, I’ll be glad to come along. Home is boring anyway. Everyone is worrying about that Colour Seekers hunting us down, we are the last tribe left standing”, she cries.

“We will get rid of Sanka and restore all the tribes back to how they were”, Dante promises. “It’s night, I will build a camp for everyone. Tomorrow, we go on”, she continues.

Dante goes into the woods and returns with a stack of wood and leaves. She quickly builds three shelters.

“We will rotate a shift so two stands on guard while three sleep. That way we have no surprises”, Dante says.

“Those shelters look mean. Well done Dante”, Rema congratulates.

“Yeah, yeah”, Jojo brushes it off. “I will stand guard since of course; I am the strongest.”

“Whatever. I will stand with you. Aayla, you rest. Twins you too. Then in a few hours, we switch.”

Aayla and the twins go into the shelters while Jojo and Dante stand on guard. 

“This is going to be a long night”, Dante says.

“I wish all this never happened,” Jojo quietly confides, “Sanka and his Colour Seekers. We heard so much about him back on camp, before his army rose up. They told stories of his facelessness. How he had no colour. They say he sold his own skin for power. After finding out the worth of melanin skin, he started stealing others to sell.”

“When they steal skin, it’s scary because our skin is who we are. It is what tells of us. If the twins hadn’t saved me, the Colour Seeker would have taken all my skin”, Dante confesses, showing a patch of healing skin where there is no melanin, “it felt so scary, when it touched me, taking my skin. I had the strangest feeling of being lost.”

“We will take Sanka on, no matter how stupid this idea may seem. We will prove that the Skins need to unite. All of us”, Jojo stresses.

In the night Remi stands nearby listening to their conversation. He goes back into his shelter.

The next morning, the odd group set out in their search for Sanka. The twins walk with Dante whiles Jojo follows Aayla like a lost puppy.

“We should be there soon,” Dante says aloud. 

“So what? We’re just going to walk in there? There will be several Colour Seekers”, Jojo notes sarcastically.

“I think we should get into groups when we get there. So that each group will distract Colour Seekers whiles one person faces Sanka?”

“That should be me”, Jojo says hitting his chest. 

“I think it should be Dante,” Rema counters.

“What will she do? Build a contraption to kill Sanka?”, Jojo says

“Maybe”, Dante says offhandedly. 

“I don’t trust the twins, especially the quiet one. He seems so weird”, Jojo mentions to Aayla.

“I haven’t realized but I won’t be surprised the Vitiligos would have joined the Colour Seekers if they let them, I hear”, Aayla whispers back to Jojo.

All of a sudden, the sky darkens.  

“It’s the Colour Seekers, only means one thing. We are here” Jojo shouts.

Aayla’s skin lights up. The Colour Seekers come into view. They look like people yet they have no colour. They are fully clothes with masks but when the wind blows, the light from Aayla’s shows that washed out exposed colour. Like an old pair of cream coloured jeans.

“Separate and distract them”, Aayla shouts. 

The group breaks off with at least three Colour Seekers paired with each of them.

“Remember not to let them touch your skin for long”, Dante shouts as she removes a shield and dagger, she built herself. “Aim for any exposed skin. They cannot heal like we can but their clothes have a protective juju on them.”

Remi summons an eagle and rhino forward. The animals attack the Colour Seekers. The eagle rips the suit of one and the rhino spears through him. Rema is in the air, with a slingshot Dante gave to him. He shoots tiny sharp metals at the Colour Seekers and kills two immediately. He laughs and almost falls when a Colour Seeker throws an arrow at him. Dante and Jojo stand back to back.

“I’ll save you, Dante”, Jojo says.

“When will you realize you can’t do this alone? You can’t do anything alone. It is how we all got here. I know your mother begged the tribes to come together. Why don’t you think like that? You want to help everyone alone”, Dante says.

Before Jojo could respond, they are surrounded by ten Colour Seekers. Jojo lights a fire on the exposed arm of one. He lights up and burns

“Where is Aayla? The place is going dim”, Jojo says.

“Maybe they’ve captured her”, Dante says.

“Captured me?”, Aayla says.

She allows her skin to glow again. Standing beside Aayla is Sanka. The Colour Seekers have cornered the twins, Dante and Jojo.

“You think when you needed to find a black Albino, just happened to find one?” Aayla laughs. “We have been waiting for you. You four.”

“Why”, Jojo says in a betrayed voice.

“There was a prophecy you see, from the gods through the oracle my love, Sanka has captured. He said four children would bring down the empire. When we sighted you four close by, we just knew it was you. We were ready.”

“Why”, Rema says.

“I thought I just explained that, this is the stupid one Sanka”, Aayla points at Rema.

“No, I mean why would you turn your back on your own people?”

“My own people? Do you know why the Albinos went into hiding even though we had no melanin for the Colour Seekers to steal?”

“Because you were afraid, they will find a way to start stealing more than our colours? Maybe our spirits.”

“Of course not. It is because like the four of you, the other black tribes started hunting us down to save themselves. To use us as a sort of immunity. They betrayed us.”

“I didn’t know that”, Rema admits.

“It still doesn’t give you a right to hurt us. We are your people. Sanka has no colour. He will use you when he can”, Remi says quietly. Dante and Jojo stare at him in shock

“So, you can talk”, Aayla says.

“How can you fall in love with a man who has no face and skin? He has nothing to be loyal to. He will betray you. we saved you Aayla”, Dante pleads.

“That’s enough”, Sanka says in a still chilling voice, “kill them.” His face is covered with a black mask. No part of him is showing. His head is bald, not even a single piece of hair showing.

“Gladly”, Aayla says.

“All of them”, Sanka replies talking to his Colour Seekers.

“What?”, Aayla says, stammering on the word, “my loveeee…loooveee?”, she cries out.

The Colour Seekers circle around the five of them.

Remi grabs the hand of his brother. Rema grabs Dante’s hand who grabs Jojo’s who in turn grabs Aayla. The five of them close their eyes and channel their inner powers. A beautiful black spirit arises from their circle, from all their powers. It has flowing kinky black hair that reaches its waist, with different kinds of skin. It has a dark skin chest, a light skin face, vitiligo legs, brown skin hands, and the remaining was albino.  It makes the Colour Seekers run. The spirit chases after them and passes through them, with her sword. The Colour Seekers fade away. 

Sanka disappears from where he stood, leaving nothing behind.

“How could you sell us out?”, Rema demands from Aayla.

“More importantly where is Sanka?” Dante wonders.

“I thought I could do this alone but what we create, all of us was beautiful. We need to find the tribe and tell them. It is the only way to defeat Sanka. He is gone now but he will find more Colour Seekers and return but now we know how to beat him”, Jojo says.

“And Aayla, we forgive you”, Dante says. She moves forward to hug her and the whole group closes around the two of them.

“Now come one, we have a miracle to preach”, Jojo says, “together”.

Remains

I have invented a new skin

This one you can’t peel back

This one you can’t take off

/I birthed it from a infertile womb

;at the crime scene of my heartbreak

Bloody emotions spilling everywhere

Thick veins of madness exposed and seared

A production of murdered love.

I sewed this new skin

With miles of metallic wires and every needle you poked me with

Trying to diagnose this, trying to give it a name

I named the old skin after her; in the dark corner of my shared skin

No, I won’t braid your hair like she did

No, I can’t wear that,

Like she did

Yes, this new skin comes with a new heart

I stole it from a wandering spirit.

There is more to write but I must push these phantoms back.

My friends gather in glory to propound theories;

About where I disappear to

I tell my thoughts as I stand amongst them in my new skin.

“Maybe..”

Almost Home

My souls followed the moon

To the dark place it goes at 5:07am/

The first soul: rusty and rickety

From bending this way and that// for love

And still being left out; alone; wasted

Let’s call him Fragments.

Migrant is walking close by

A soul with with no soles

She’s walked oceans and clouds

Somewhere between unwanted and lost

Finding herself in tiny cubicles where her thoughts,

Wander too, maybe also desperate;

To get away from her.

Gun was not always my soul

She was desire/// dreams

She murdered every one of them

In secret corners where passions loaded bullets

She did not devise blood

But they shot at her first.

We have journeyed here

But the stars don’t want us

My souls tried/, hard to shine like that

We didn’t make it

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