To The Muse Who Whispers To Me

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

Seeing how I've been able to plan enough free time since my arrival, I figured I'd continue to post such that means a lot to me. Whether it's poetry, stories, music, dance, fashion, or songs I'd love to cover; I will post such here.



Phenomenal Woman
BY MAYA ANGELOU
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

A new song I've found and really found myself enjoying (by Alexus Rose), I wouldn't say it speaks for me but it does cling to me, or more so, me to it. I may even try to do a cover on it. Who knows.


"So let the torpedoes attack your heart with my loving now,
Let the love mosquitoes bite through your sleeve with the hearts on it."

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

INCOMING CALL FROM MOM AT 4:14 AM, SUNDAY OCT 12TH 2014

Oneyka cracked one eye open from under her covers, reaching for her iPhone, flipping it over before answering. The bright screen nearly blinding her, "...hello?" She answered groggily.

"Oneyka, Wo ho te sεn?"¹

"Me ho yε."² She replied, closing her eyes again.

"Darling, how has America been treating you?"

"Mother... you do know it is 4AM here? You have to remember you guys are ahead. But it's been lovely so far..."

"Oh, you'll be alright. Your father and I hardly get to talk to our only baby. We miss you dearly and can't wait for you to get back... You will be coming back after you all are done there, right?"

Oneyka paused, "...yeah."

"Okay, good because you do know you have preparations before you can even be considered for competition in Miss Ghana. You're at the top of the food chain, darling. There's also a photo shoot scheduled on th-"

"Remember when I said it was 4AM?" She grumbled.

"Oh right! Okay I'll make this call short then. How are your studies? Made any friends? Any cute boys caught your eyes? You know when I lived in America for a few years during my modeling career and Miss Universe pageants, I've noticed how cute the boys are there."

"They're fine and I have, and no I'm no- Mother, mom, mommy- Please. I will call you back when I'm fully awake. I love you."

"Well... alright then. I love you too baby girl, stay safe. Kiss kiss."


¹ "How are you?"
² "I'm alright."

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

INCOMING CALL FROM MOM AT 2:33PM, THURSDAY DEC. 18TH 2014

As her phone vibrated in the mess of already wrapped presents, wrapping paper, and scraps, Oneyka crawled towards it, and of course; it was her mother.

"Hi mom."

"So had I not called you today, would I be expecting a call from you anytime soon?"

Sighing, she went back to her spot on the floor and continued wrapping presents as she held her phone between her ear and her shoulder. "Of course you'd get a call, It slipped my mind. I've just been really busy with all this Christmas stuff and school. I'm sorry, I was going to call you as soon as I finished wrapping presents."

She could hear her mother chuckling on the other end while speaking to someone in the backgrounds, who would most likely be her father. "It's quite alright. So do we get to see you for Christmas? Is that IMAC situation not over yet? I swear it feels like they're holding you hostage."

"Well... I thought I'd spend Christmas here, with my friends. You know... so I could volunteer at the Children's Hospital here, as well." She smiled sheepishly, "And possibly work on my citizenship process?"

"Citizenship? Dear, you do know you'd need us for that. You're still too young. And what's with wanting an American citizenship? Last we spoke, I thought I made it clear you still have pageants you need to be getting ready for. I even booked a photoshoot for you with one of my favorite photographers. You can't possibly want to live there when you have so much to do back home."

Biting against her bottom lip, she paused. "Well here in America, once you're eighteen, you're pretty much your own adult. You're own person. I wouldn't really need you or da-"

"Is this because of that boy you've grown so fond of? The Irish one? Has he tricked you into thinking this was the right decision, because clearly it's no-" Her mother cut her off.

"What? No... no. Jack has nothing to do with this. This is my own-"

"Hmm. Well, me and your father will be having a talk about this new change of plans. I trust you know what you're doing. At any point, we'll miss our baby dearly this Christmas. I'll leave you to. Love you." And with that, Oneyka wasn't sure on what level of upset her mother was on but it had to have been something.

She had never wanted to get off the phone so abruptly before.

[Oneyka A. Duffuor]

One day I'd love to cover a Hozier piece just as beautiful as she did. Maybe even start learning how to play the guitar while trying out this song. I find it funny how when the gender of the lyrics are switched, that it makes you think of someone who has shared an experience with you when it comes to wanting to be seen as an equal no matter what type of person you may be.

Take Me To Church - Hozier Cover

My lover's got humour
He's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped him sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
He's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it

My Church offers no absolutes
He tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you—

I was born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the god on my side
He demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am Human
Only then I am Clean
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life