I am a house with many rooms
Rooms I often forget
Because for some strange reason
I've boxed myself in
Time and time again
I say "a house" but it's more like a mansion... my WombSIon
There are levels actually
To date my favourite is the lower ground - The CellAr with two floors
Or those may be all that I've so far seen
The BaseMent which I must walk outside my "main" house - through the spacious sloping garden to the right and round the back to access
Each time I step inside, my heart sinks and leaps at the same time
It sinks for joys I've forgotten and for potential self-denied
It leaps at how absolutely YUMMY it is
Split-level
Cool in temp and in vibe
Cozy Homey
Colourful Quaint
It's Grandma, Aunty Ity, Sena and Babais
It's Manna it's Me, it's Jahalé and Malik
It's then and it's Now
It's my sanctuary my studio
My sleep space my sex space
My Sweet Spot My Tree House
It's Abuja,
It's my Chief yet unnamed
It's spacious... its my Grave
It's my night time even when it's Day
I scribe here to etch it deep now into my memory
Or maybe I scribe now to pull it out from there, into my ordinary reality here
Sew now it will seed and sink it's roots
And I'll forget no more
Coz it's time it's decided - we decide
To come out
To walk round
To enter to explore to occupy
and to refamiliarise
To conJour and to conJoyIN
our potentials with our desires
To start to Live in
All the rooms of My WombSIon
My House
Seah Wraye
29.01.23