SOME FORMS OF FEAR

There in the group, the Writers of NAC (New African Chapter) accepted the challenge to write on and express ourselves on the theme of “Fear.” Enjoy creativity from all over Africa.

IN THE CLEAR

Every time I feel like I'm in the clear

It draws near

They call it fear

The downside to courage that threatens me each time I open a new page

An anxiety that stops me from pursuing my destined reality

I anticipate my reign

And so I have to break from its chain

I am a queen

And against this lock I will win

Then I won't hear from fear

For my courage will have me in the clear.

BakangWameMotsumi,Botswana

 Facebook: BakangWame Hunter

Twitter: @WameWage

THIS FEAR I FEAR

It emerges from the dark

And I'm frozen like the block

But it's only a reed

Shaken by the wind

My imagination sent me shocks and seizures

And horrors without measure

For a thing that's not even a thing

And for a darkness that spread thin

When I stepped into the light

And realized there was no fight

My imagination sent me seizures for no reason

And for this fear I fear, there is no reason

Igbokwe Vivian I., Nigeria

Facebook: Vivian Beulah Igbokwe

Twitter/Instagram:@club7teen

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THE VOICE OF VICTORY

Whispers from the shadows

The resounding effects

Perfectly pierces my ears

Slowly it creeps in

As the shivers ripple within

Fear boldly settles in

In my face, it boldly smiles again

Nothing does it stand to gain

Courage flows down the drain

Further the journey seems to be

Courage seems to flee

Defeat stems from the dirt

Feels like my heart stopped for a bit

Within me a second voice starts to chant

To victory I pushed with grit

For the new voice beams with faith

In me, it banks its hopes

Firmly it drives away my fears

My mind I free to win

Bright "Lewicki" Bruce-Acquaye, Ghana

Twitter/Instagram: @_lewicki

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Blog: lewickigh.blogspot.com

OVERCOME

Creeping in like a witch at night

With the intent to instill doubt wIthin oneself

Whispering limitations to your being

Presenting before you a cloud of impossibilities

Making the heart even doubt itself

Fear, a limitation to greater things ahead

For they are not known

Instilling doubt within

Is its speciality

For the heart and soul knows what you are capable of

Acting as a barrier towards the successes that will change you for the better

A demon waiting to attack your dreams

For it knows your worth

It knows the power you have from within

It may present itself as mightier than any being

But getting to know it better

It’s just a dark cloud of just a few centimeters

A cloud so short but strong if left to be

For it knows that beyond it is everlasting Joy, success ,happiness and a greater being

Once surpassed its powers fade like smoke

For it never had those powers in the first place

Once defeated, doors open

So gather your strength and overcome

For you were made an overcomer

Not to be limited by fear

Overcome and claim that which is yours

Kealeboga Marebole, Botswana

Facebook  :KealebogaMarebole

Instagram/Twitter: lebzakelly

THE SILENT DESTROYER

Soo silent yet soo strong

Moving with speed among the throng

It promises safety anytime you wanna venture a new thing

But it delivers very little and the aftermath pain is like a bee sting

Yes, indeed a silent destroyer

Oh thou that has dwindled kingdoms

Even the bravest of men have their own reservations of you

Your hand stretches as far as the animal kingdom

And the best you do is strike every living creature with your voodoo

Yes, indeed you are a silent destroyer

Everything man has ever wanted is on the other side of you

Some attempt to overcome you

But fail miserably

Yes indeed you are like a canker

Affecting the lawyer, teacher, farmer and banker...

Very few have tried their best

Trust me you've always been a test

Very few people pass

And the failures a huge mass

Oh mighty silent destroyer

Your worst enemy is trust

Although you can destroy anything hotter than the crust

Trust moves like a cool breeze restoring your spoils

Although you can make ice boil

A man can make headway if he trusts and toils

 Asante Elijah,Ghana

Instagram: _eli_online

Twitter: Eli_online

Facebook: Eli Jah

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 "FEAR"

Bang! Bang!

All you can hear was the sound of a heart beating in fear,

Looking around the empty dark room, fearful

The sound and breeze of the wind with shaking leaves

It brought all fear,

Through the dark with wondering eyes,

A trembling heart heavily breathing with fear,

My marble eyes rolling around with fear,

I could feel the chilly sweat down my spine

And then the little voice kept me in assurance

 For it's just fear, it said

 Harm shall not be done

I shall fear not...

Pono Molefe, Botswana

FACEBOOK:PonoMorwadiaMolefe

INSTAGRAM:Ponom1992

TWITTER:molfp3

Ponomthewriter.blogspot.com

FEAR!

When night falls, I feel its claws

Sinking, crippling my inner thoughts

That seeps in just before the break of dawn

An insomniac whose unknown talents are sunken by abysmal thoughts

I still await the silver linings ere an impending doom birthed from doubt

Doubts that emerged when daddy was no more

No more the gifts, the praise that birthed in me a special force

A force, not the fear that clings and stings whenever my heart sings

A force, not the devil's cause to cloud my mind and clip my wings

A force that sticks when we embrace fear

Fear my lover, my brother my guide

Fear my foe, the nightmare that darkens my soul

Weigh on me, spark my instinct

I own you, you spark me I burn thee

Lame Konelo, Botswana

Facebook - Lame Konelo

“Some Forms of fear”originally written for New African Chapter, https://newafricanchapter.org/nacblog

The Pen of a Writer

David said, "My lips are like the pen of a ready writer." Wow! The writer's pen must then be ready at all times to write. This is the most essential quality of every writer.

The writer's mind is a receptor constantly receiving from a source of inspiration totally beyond him or her. I remember being woken up many times in the night to scribble an article or a poem. I've since learnt to sleep with pieces of papers around me. I've learnt to always leave my house with a notebook and a pen. I call myself the "paper woman." And yes, that's what I am. Sometimes, a call will need to remind me to eat.

"It is the writer's readiness that prepares him for great works of art." You have to learn to give expression to your inner streams. They are constantly flowing. It is your duty to always be ready to harness them.

Nature's muse doesn't like procrastination. Once an inspiration hits you, hit your paper and pen, despite where you are. I've written songs and poems right inside a church service. It hits me and I hit my paper and pen. Technology has made it easier for writers these days. Your phone can install Microsoft office and Word; you can install different notepads and write as the inspiration hits you.

One thing I've learnt in my years of writing is this: Nature, Inspiration, Muse, whatever you'd prefer to call it loves proactive writers. “More” comes to writers who are always willing to give expression to the inspiration stream flowing within them per time. So, if you are new to the art and would want to be your best at it, your best nugget would be, "Let my pen become the pen of a ready writer."

You can't imagine what this simple practice can do for you. It will skyrocket your skill. You will produce such creative works that will amaze you. How many of us have lost great ideas because we were not apt to note them down?

To Your Literary Greatness,

Beulah

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