in two hours of nearly untroubled silence.
we didn't see eye to eye often.
She insisted our dolls should have
perfectly brushed straight hair.
I learned to use scissors.
She wanted to sleep on the top bed.
I claimed it first!
I learned how to use a lighter.
She got burned.
We were both afraid of the dark.
I came up with a monster under the bed.
[we called it 'Mrs. Wig']
we were regularly warned by the father
we wouldn't be let into the world
if we didn't make peace with each other.
We were grounded for years,
I complain about her sluggishness,
she still makes fun of my math.
(From left to right: Daniela, me and Kelle)
- There's a one-year age difference between Kelle and me, this poem is for/about her.
- Oware is an abstract strategy game among the bigger Mancala family of board games. They say you can't be selfish if you play Oware. I was incredibly selfish as child. Thank God I also had sisters growing up.
- Oware works with two sacred principles: you must sow if you want to reap and you must learn to give if you want to receive.