RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

THE FACE OF THE SLEEPING KING-7 Oh no! He wouldn’t. Could he dare? Could Asante, the king’s brother, dare to spit at the king’s feet?The King had opened his arms to receive him yet he worked up the nerve to spit at his feet. “For days I have been missing. For days, I say! And I, your only brother does not even deserve a search party. You should be dethroned!” “Oh I see. Is this how we are going to go about discussing how you lost your manhood to a scrawny woman?” The king mocked wickedly. “A slave, a slave. And yes I choose to do this because you also have chosen to debase yourself, o great king. You choose to lie with this same slave .” Asante eyed the Princess salaciously. The wicked glint in his eyes metamorphosed into something dangerous. Asante visibly cowered. “I see you miss the feel of my whip on your buttocks. Guards!” The king thundered. The elders nodded sagely, Asante staggered back a step or two and the guards appeared armed with whips tha...

  WHEN THE BLIND GUY FLIRTS WITH YOU I was impatient Almost on the edge of fuming And this guy comes with another guy Just perfect, this other guy is blind! And yea, he needs help getting to the library. I want to say no Like, I really want to But God knows I can’t Then again, who says no to a blind guy? There is something about his vulnerability It appeals to my inner feminist. So I take his hand He’s the most presumptuous blind guy ever! He knows how to play the disability card He know he’s got a girl who can’t say no So he asks for my number. My inner feminist does a flip or two Is a blind guy really hitting on me? Ha-ha! Now, that’s a first My impatience fades And laughter bubbles from within Who ever knew, I could have the hots for a blind guy. R. Brown

  THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING-6 She woke when the sun had well risen in a room that had its atmosphere very charged. It was very large and at one end her frail and pale mother hovered with the missionary. At the other end, the king hovered with Nana Akua Danquah bent over a cook stove. Was the great Nana Akua Danquah cooking for her? As she stirred both her mother and the king started at her at the same time. Her mother stopped to allowed the king approach her daughter first. “Bring me her food.” She instructed Nana Akua. The fair lady turned red while the king shifted his protective gaze on Yaba’s face. He held her face in his hands. The princess reflexively steeled herself. She reminded herself to work on that. “Sit up. No woman of mine is faint hearted.” He said as he scooped a spoonful of soup and blew over it. “For good health.” He put it to her lips. “You must have bewitched me. Even feeding you makes me desire you.” The women in the room blanched. Catching t...

THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING-5 “Get out, get out!” She yelled at the persistence of the handmaidens that had been assigned to her. They had harassed her day and night. Since the day she fell from princess to concubine, she had been assigned three handmaidens. Handmaidens whose liv

MUMMA She made her thorns look like roses She made her tears look like rain When all felt like an earth-shuttering disaster She held her composure She held our hands Out of the turmoil she took us Not that she has no fears of her own Not that she is superwoman Yet her powers surpasses that of all superheroes She held us close Holding us tight in a hug All the while whispering, "All is well" Most women are great Yet you surpass them all My mother, my sister, my best friend I'm sorry I waited till today Anyway, allow me to say I LOVE YOU Mama Marseille.

GONE Was it a year ago or longer? When we met and made memories Memories as sharp as a double edged dagger You were my first date and first kiss What a high those moments were! I was a fool to think that it could ever last Even the best of us have to leave But I stayed Hell, I wanted you gone quickly Maybe, I thought, it wouldn’t hurt. What a hole you left in my heart Indeed, no promises were made No, not one But that doesn’t stop me, you know Spending my nights drowning my pillow. So it was all coming to an end I wouldn’t have let it all go so fast Now, just like footsteps on the shore Washed away by one angry wave The past, with its promises of the future is all gone. R. Brown.