61 Quotes by Ezinne Orjiako

I cannot keep you if it is killing me to keep you.

Long days spent chasing wind, wanting to catch it between the palms of your hands.Last weekend distant again until another next Friday. Mondays welcome all that is unholy after the holiest day. Bosses command, say this like that. Do this more correctly. Stand at attention. Work skins flesh to bone.

There is this guilt that often accompanies being the first one to leave home. You will feel as though you shouldn’t have, so you will find a way to suffer, to not succeed. Your mind will trick you into believing it is a mistake to survive without the rest.

Two missed calls and you think your father is dead again. The conversation is rushed. Nuances of your new life are pushed into a speaker. They meet alien ears. At home; you are an old stranger. Away; you are a new one.All you have of your family is in a phone. And it is why you can never lose it.

Brother, why do we fight like we are not flesh of flesh? Blood of blood. Bone of bone. Like if the time came I would not go to war for you or catch a thousand bullets just to keep you safe. Brother, why do we push these words at each other like we are not of the same womb. Brother, why do we use our truths like knives. Why does this distance exist between us? Why are we worlds apart on the same planet?

Brother, why do we fight like we are not flesh of flesh? Blood of blood. Bone of bone. Like if the time came I would not go to war for you or catch a thousand bullets just to keep you safe. Brother, why do we push these words at each other like we are not of the same womb?Brother, why do we use our truths like knives? Why does this distance exist between us? Why are we worlds apart on the same planet?

This is how apathy goes:First, old joys become new sorrows.Then all your mornings in bed transcend into eternities.Your best friend no longer calls because the new self is unrecognizable.And your father. Your father feels unfamiliar because you are growing and he is not.

A voice from beyond the shadows wakes me up every morning.It tells me what to do, how to act and when to say things.This morning, a pain accompanied the voice.It came with no instructions.No manual.Just lay there on the soil of my heart.Contemplating for hours.Digging its roots deep.Etching its name into rock.

Chinazo had spent another night trying to eat her way out of this sinking placeeverything dissolved into a depression she had yet to understandas a sickness not a sadness.depression her mother had understood as the devil not a sadness.