Aminatta Kamara

“Users and you” by Aminatta Kamara

Submitted to Contest #192

User 1 You only wanted me for my money and that was clear from the start. I could see straight through and the ugly was showing. I kept on giving and you kept on taking. I couldn't stand you and your simpering ways. The pleadings and sighs made me feel cold. When I was hungry, you refused to feed me- yet I fed you. User 2 You only wanted me for my b...

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“Here with you” by Aminatta Kamara

She had gotten up early in the make of the morn. The cold weather threatened to make a mishap of things but she persevered. People were trickling forth from out of their warm houses and pouring onto the streets. Christmas was here. The bright lights shone in the roads and the shops were beginning to open. The sweetness of silence had been broken and the sunlight crystallised her worries. Like an icicle melting in ...

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“Giving thanks” by Aminatta Kamara

"Give me neither poverty nor riches" Proverbs 30:8 She was alright. She was not alright. Her sins like filthy rags waiting to be washed, threatened to expose her. Was she an angel? No. Was she a demon? No. But like some half made thing she dangled in the air in the suspense of time. She was thankful for certain things. Things that made her smile- the remembering of her birthday, good food and famil...

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“Our song” by Aminatta Kamara

When I was carrying you, I listened to music. The pounding of your palpitating heart against my stomach shook me. Songs of delight flowed through my veins. My heart and mind were intoxicated by the rhythms of your life. A new life, a new strength, a new standard. I had no idea about babies. They were like some distant and alien race to me. Brought out to be fed at appropriate times, then quietly led away. W...

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“Revelatory” by Aminatta Kamara

Submitted to Contest #23

She was well dressed alright. But when the wind blew- she still felt it. Like a reed, she was pushed and pulled according to God's will. She was being taught a lesson. The sweetness of the angels had long avoided her. Even though she prayed at night and had her radio on, she still looked over her shoulder. She was being hunted. He came to her sometimes, pretending to love her. The spikes in her back would go up as she tried to protect herself from him. He was trouble. Religion was his ...

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“To see you” by Aminatta Kamara

Submitted to Contest #22

The bright lights pounced across the city like a leopard. Hearts leapt at the sound of voices and cars bristling against the tinsel. People were ready.Nothing could stop the roaring or souls and the need for company. It was as if it was every bodies last chance to connect before time went. Parties were everywhere.They found each other in a tiny club. Intimate and quiet. Like a mini-riviera in the midst of hell. They danced. The music pulsated around them like pools of delight. They couldn't even see what each were wea...

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“Too tired to cry” by Aminatta Kamara

She didn't know what to do. She had been sold a lie. The cuteness of comfort that a child could and would bring didn't exist. There had been a warmth, the tug of love when people suffer together. Yes there had been that. She still washed his clothes, over and over again. It was as if she was constantly saying sorry fro bringing you into the world. The destructives were out. They hung around like wolves waiting for the kill. Their eyes like knives, full of useless need. She was not in a mood to breed.They watch...

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“The battle” by Aminatta Kamara

Submitted to Contest #20

Shall we be forever dancing to the marching of the beatShall we forever be chasing for something else to eat?In the beginning she had thought that everyone was out to get her. The anger in her bones would seep into her skin making her too hot to touch. She was in competition with herself.The sweetness of her sorrow only seemed to make her worse. Had she forgotten where she came from? Who were her friends. Who were her enemies? She had been through the mill and left in pieces. That was not ...

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