Peace Oputa
Bio
I am a Multilingual wordsmith, weaving my joys, wounds, and transformations into words. My writing mirrors my seasons, restless storms, quiet healing, fleeting laughter, and deep longing. sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but always real.
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A familiar Stranger
Clifford was a very good friend of mine, a very nosy one. He gave out my contact to Roland, a friend of his friend because he felt we were a good match, without my permission. When he was done with the matchmaking, he showed me pictures of my “match”. He was light-skinned, tall and very handsome, with a nice body build, not excessive, just perfect. We talked for a few days, and then fixed a date to meet.
By Peace Oputa6 months ago in Humans
Permission
Must I ask to breathe? Must I ask to be left alone, in my own space? In my own silence, in my own stillness? Why does love feel like war? Like I have to defend my peace, From the very person who claimed to bring it. Why does affection feel like obligation, wrapped in guilt?
By Peace Oputa8 months ago in Poets
Haunting Shadows . Top Story - April 2025.
They say forgiveness sets me free, But they forgot to mention the chains it first breaks, Not the ones that held the one who hurt me, But the invisible ones I wrapped around my heart, To protect my heart from changing, from dying, While trying to survive what should have broken me, While trying to stay afloat, in the middle of this storm.
By Peace Oputa9 months ago in Poets
The Pulse of her being
She feels it before she wakes, the quiet weight in her bones, The whisper of something shifting beneath her skin. The world presses closer, its breath warm against her neck. She stirs, stretching her limbs like roots reaching for water, only to find the ground unsteady beneath her.
By Peace Oputa9 months ago in Poets
