Our silence sufficed. We thought that
if we didn’t talk about those micro things
that made us uncomfortable,
they would disappear.
So, we walked the fringes of invisibility.
Hiding our thoughts from fear and shame
hoping that no one notices
the tears running down our face.
Our silence became brooding anger.
Micro things became macro things
and in the fringe of invisibility, we plotted;
fueled by the stokes of little flames.
©
Jacqueline
An Igbo proverb says, ‘when we overlook the small pot, it puts off the fire.’ Never underestimate the little things, for they can become the big things.
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a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Beautiful Jacqui. So concise!
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Thanks dear Robert 🙂
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from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales
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So vividly narrated!
The little thing keeps on tormenting us till we let it come out. We ignore it that it will vanish. But it keeps on simmering inside
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And when we let it simmer it simply burns us up
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Beautifully penned, Jacqui.
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Liked that Igbo proverb and you portrayed it excellent jacque
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Thank you Akhila. Our forefathers had wise ways with their words. They are all couched with little lessons.
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Beautifully evocative, Jacqueline. Hugs.
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Thank you Teagan 🙂
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