I feel overwhelmed. I’m struggling to swim against a current that I can’t name. I’m choking on slapping mouthfuls of grey waves. How will I know which life vest to shout for? I can’t name the waves crashing against me. They reek of loneliness and lust. Or maybe I’m polluting the beach front. I feel the waves tugging at the yellow crotchet bikini string entwined with orange waist beads. Drowning and staying afloat are the same thing done in reverse. My nipples tingle, then ache and I stir awake. I feel numb then shiver.
The beach chair cause my ribs to ache. They leave lines in my light brown skin. I sit up slowly, my yellow two-piece tube feels scratchy against my budded nipples. There are flower imprints on my arms from the tiny scalloped petals on the tiny sleeves woven into the tube covering my small breasts. I hug the velvet fabric wrapped over me. In the 6am dawn it looks like a spilled glass of burgundy wine. Moaning, I stand up and instinctively touch my damp twin afro buns. It happens fast like a flipped switch. Numerous sounds rush into my silence hallow mind. Hooting and honking traffic, gawking and chirping birds, crashing waves, crunching sand, shouted bus-stops, low afro pop, bellowing find.
Why didn’t I drown? Why did I try to go back home by dying at its doorstep? Why am I thinking of steaming akara and creamy pap? I need to cry. I feel it like a string. Each breath adds another bead of grief. Like the current that pushed me back from death. As my slender fingers button up the yellow shirt dress the string lengthens and waves crash against my insides. I miss myself.
Has Romance seduced you before?
If she does, you’ll respect Seduction. Seduction is direct, and fulfils all promises.
Unlike Romance, who whispers.
Her endearing gestures imply your heart desires will be granted.
For how long? The whispers are more muffled when they lie, ‘forever’ or warn, ‘for as long as us shall exist’.
Lara Kareem, Literary Blogger (Naija Book Bae) and Entrepreneur is the creative host of my book blitz and blog tour. She shared her sensational review that captures the magic of this book yesterday.
Stab Love with Flower Stalks is indeed a collection of love notes, drenched in distinct art of subterfuge. Amethyst Saw collection is filled with odes of lovers of all kind who…read in full here
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Praise for #SLWFS
“Amethyst Saw paints such sensual pictures with her lush, Sapphic words—at times tender, at times tense, but always thrilling—as she documents a queer and complex experience of Eros.”
— Logan February, author of In The Nude
“The weavings of the words, the quotes, the expressions and vivid descriptions had my mind running wild”.
-Amaka Ehiem, blogger, TheLifeofAmaka
Book Blog Tour
Read these reviews by TheLifeof Amaka and The Drunken Writer from the blog tour.
Journey through time with a Flower Goddess as she grapples with love. Be enamoured with the fluidness of her relationship with love as its vividly painted with fiery passion. Stab Love with Flower Stalks is a collection of 13 flash stories and poem, which are mostly queer romance and erotica, narrating the delicate beauty and jarring pains of falling in love.
For following me from the final draft announcement, through the book tour and now to publication, thank you Gem. I hope you enjoy my debut book.