from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales
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.
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.
The Daily Post – micro