Category: Essays

Sophea T. Amari

The Fallen

He wandered through the darkened streets, looking up at the windows of houses. In the distance, the church bell rang with a loud peal. He closed his white hands over his ears, straining, hurting. Beauty in pain, he was once told. Embrace who you are, what you have become. His heart pounded beneath his chest. …

Sophea T. Amari

Redemption

He lay prone on the hospital bed, breathing raggedly. An oxygen mask was clamped over his face. His eyes were closed and sunken deep within their sockets. She sat quietly beside him, drinking in the sight of this once-gigantic man, now reduced to mere skin and bones. The horrific memories of her childhood came flooding …

Sophea T. Amari

Mr. S

“Mr. S is here to see you”, the receptionist announced to her. She looked up absent-mindedly from her flickering laptop screen, twirling her hair around her index finger. Her legs were stretched out beneath her, her body ensconced in a well-fitted striped skirt and black blouse. She stood up, slipped her bare feet into her …

Sophea T. Amari

The Crying Baby

She begged the baby to stop crying, but it wouldn’t. The room was small and hot and sweat furrowed between her eyebrows. Her cheeks burned red from the heat, her eyes were bright, darting around the room, hoping to discover something that would distract the baby and stop it from crying. It was a pretty …

Sophea T. Amari

Lighting the cigarette

Was there ever such a cold evening? She couldn’t remember the last time it had been this cold out. She sat on the bench, surveying her surroundings with a critical eye, pulling her jacket closer around her lithe body. The park was almost empty, except for a harried mother half-dragging, half-ushering a small boy homeward …

Sophea T. Amari

Fearless

When we are born and begin our lives, we are fearless. I am terrified of creepy crawlies. I hate snakes: I gag at the sight of a snake on the National Geographic channel. Snakes are my biggest fear. But I found an old photo of myself, taken by my parents when we were on holiday …

Sophea T. Amari

Lovely is the night

My friend, SL, posted an entry in her blog a few weeks ago, about how she loved the night; and devoted a simple, beautiful piece of poetry to the wonders of the night in the aforesaid entry. I have to confess that I agree with her whole-heartedly. Over the weekend, we caught an after-dinner movie …

Sophea T. Amari

The Wish List

When I was a little girl, a teenager and a young adult, I had a wish list for each stage of life I was passing through. Most times, what I wished for very material and/or superficial things, or things that would never be achieved save through hard work and perseverance. As a child, I wished …