02 Friday Jun 2017
Posted in African Women Writers, Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Micropoetry, Poetry
Done for Recuerda Mi Corazon
Wet
morning rain
beneath my bedroom window
a wet school child
Brass Bell, A Haiku Journal, May 2017
© Celestine Nudanu 02/06/17Links for Haiku Rhapsodies:
07 Wednesday Sep 2016
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Micropoetry, Poetry
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Done for Carpe Diem
Dawn Music
dawn music
only the rains
on the roof
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 07/09/16Below are the links to my newly published haiku collection, HAIKU RHAPSODIES. If it does touch your heart to purchase a copy, I should be grateful for a candid review on Amazon. Thank you. 🙂
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09 Monday Nov 2015
Posted in Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Haiku Horizon
full steam
scent of coffee lingering
long after the rains
18 Tuesday Aug 2015
Posted in Afriku, Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Poetry
Done for Carpe Diem. Modern Times Haiku (Following the Summer footprints of Margaret Chula)
his early heat
a carp arches
into the raindrops
© Margaret Chula
My haiku in the same spirit and tone as Margaret Chula’s above:
Heat
noonday heat
a lizard basks
in yesterday’s raindrops
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 18/08/1517 Wednesday Jun 2015
Posted in Challenges, Fiction, Short Stories
Done for A Prompt Each Day, a daily dose of inspiration.
We are to use Use a minimum of three words from the set of ten here in your post. You can write in any form, poetry or prose, as long or as short as you like.
My Visitor
I moved into the house on a cold rainy day. The clouds would not let up and everywhere was wet. From my bedroom window, I took in the garden behind the rumbling old house which needed pruning. The silver droplets kissing the leaves of the mahogany tree in the middle of the garden mesmerised me. But that tree would have to go. It was ancient. That night I dreamed of the mahogany tree begging me not to touch it. I woke up sweating, not understanding the dream. I wasn’t superstitious but throughout the day, a feeling of unease settled on me like an unwanted suitor.
In the evening my new neighbour came over to introduce herself. Mary Kwame was nice enough but she talked too much. Over hot tea she filled me in on the local gossip.
“We all wondered who would move in here, you know.”
I cocked an eyebrow at this. “oh, and why was that?”
Mary swiveled her head, yes, that is what she actually did. Swiveled her head to see who was listening in even though we were alone. And then her voice dropped to a whisper. “This house is haunted you know. Someone died here. You must be brave”
An amused chuckle escaped my lips. “Mary, stories of ghosts and apparitions don’t scare me.
” “But Grace, you haven’t seen or heard anything yet.” She wailed.
The dream I had the night before popped into my mind and a shiver ripped through me, despite the hot tea.
Suddenly Mary gave a loud cackle, her eyes afire with an unholy light. “a ghost just passed through.”
I had enough. “Mary, I’ve had a busy day unpacking. I think we should call it an evening.”
Thankfully she took the hint and left shortly, apologising for overstaying her welcome. I told her not to worry, closing and locking the door firmly.
I slept soundly, perhaps too much. For I woke up to a commotion behind my house. Glancing at the bedside clock I noted the time to be 9.30. I still had a lot of unpacking to do. I tried to ignore the noise at the back of the house. The voices were many and I couldn’t make out a single word. Then I heard a loud knocking at the front door. Dashing to the bathroom attached to bedroom, I rinsed my face and mouth and hurried up to the door. Somehow I knew before unlocking the door that the news wouldn’t be good.
A handsome man stood before me. My heart did a flip. “Good morning, madam. I’m the neighbourhood watchdog committee chairman. My name is Opoku.”
“Opoku, how can I help you?” I hoped my voice sounded sexy.
“I’m sorry madam, but yesterday’s rains washed up the remains of a body buried under the mahogany tree in your yard.”
“What!”
“Yes. We suspect the body must be that of Mary Kwame. She used to live near you. She’s been missing for four years now. The Police are on their way.”
06 Friday Jun 2014
Posted in Carpe Diem, Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Poetry
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Done for Carpe Diem Haiku Shuukan prompt, Harmonious. And also for Recuerda Mi Corazon
this morning drizzle
drops its gaze on yellow buds
blooming dandelions
2
you and I
wink in harmony
with the moon
I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
28 Friday Mar 2014
Posted in Challenges, Haiku, Haiku My Heart, Poetry
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Done for Recuerda Mi Corazon
heavy gush of rains
washing away grime and silt
seduced by clean air
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu (28/3/14) I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
20 Friday Sep 2013
Posted in Challenges, Haiku My Heart, Poetry
Haiku for Recuerda Mi Corazon
His Style
a bouquet of clouds
a medley of soft drizzle
He woos me this morn!
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 20/09/13I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom
30 Wednesday May 2012
Posted in Awards
Tell Me About Yourself Award
It was raining hard when I got up around 6.00 this morning, well not hard as in terrible, but consistent showers, the kind that slowly sinks into the earth, softening the layers, while eroding the tarred roads and streets for good measure and creating potholes huge enough to cause havoc to vehicles. Needless to say I felt cold and getting out of bed proved a herculean task but I had to fight the laziness that was brought on by the weather and get up to prepare the kids for school. They had also been affected by the weather and wanted to stay in to snuggle further under the sheets. No amount of shouts and cajoling from me would get them up. Thankfully, their father took over, got them out of bed and soon had them ready for school (don’t ask me how he did it, because I don’t know that myself. Boysz-boyz affair, is all I can say.) I heaved a big sigh as they drove off.
Where is this all leading to? I just was in no mood for work. And so I dilly-dallied at home, until having no option I finally drove through the showers ever so carefully (mercifully less traffic today) to work and got in around 10.15 am, by which time I was so at odds with myself I could flip my lid. I know, poor work ethics and all. But this is Ghana for you and one of the Public sector idiosyncracies.
Eventually I settled down and went through my mails, there was a post from dear Boomie of http://boomiebol.wordpress.com which changed my mood drastically and lifted my spirits up. A huge thanks to you Boomie my friend, for nominating me for the Tell Me About Yourself Award. Your wonderful award made me count my blessings this lovely rainy day instead of moping. A shrill and loud shout out to all who follow, read, like, and comment. This is one big show of love and I am ever grateful.
There are only a few simple rules to accepting this award:
1. Thank the person that nominated you and provide a link back to their blog. (Done) http://boomiebol.wordpress.com
2. Tell the world 7 things about yourself that you have not yet shared.
* I love sleek cars, especially the big ones, irrespective of the make
* I love fine perfumes and use them lavishly to the chagrin of my husband.
* I have a terrible habit of being acerbic in my comments and observations sometimes, though my friends find this funny and laugh at such comments. Acerbic sense of humour if I am to be charitable with myself.
* I used to love politics so much, and was involved in student politics in my university days
* I love to dance (sure I haven’t said this before?)
* Liars turn me off
* I’m sorry, but I don’t like pets
3. Nominate 7 fellow bloggers and let them know. Here they are in no particular order: Please stop by and visit them if you can.They are wonderful blogs in their own rights, yes sir/madame!
Shalom!
