Veekhy’s note: Hello there. This is a spoken word poem which I intend to make a video of, but then…I couldn’t wait. Lol! Be blessed! And yes, video would follow shortly.


There was nothing to prepare me for what would greet my eyes as I glanced at the content of the paper she placed in my hands.
It read:
My name is Leah, reach me on…080334… I almost gasped out loud.
Her name was Leah. Leah?

Why would anyone name their child Leah?
Didn’t people choose names based on how good and successful the bearers were…David, Samuel, Solomon, even Samson I would have understood.

Why Leah, when there was a Rachael?

Why choose dull eyes over sparkling beauty?

The words spoken to her ‘husband’ were plea’s borne out of sleepless nights of wondering: “would he ever love me?…would I ever be good enough?”

She would more easily pass as the beast than a beauty in a fairy tale story. She was no Cinderella; no wonder prince charming never came.
She was a night mare, the woman you never really wanted.
She was the *jara the market woman sluggishly added to your bag after filling it with the necessary purchase.

She was the rotten tomato left in the rain, carefully displayed with the trader pleading and begging to “take it off the shelf lest it rot any further”

She was dark clouds on an already rainy day. Storm in the midst of the sea. A sad tale you couldn’t wait to end and Justice that was never served!

She wasn’t ice cream, she was sour pine.

She was the witch your Mama warned you against. Avoid her lest she cast a spell of ugliness on you. She was the shadow that followed her sister, the curtain that hid nakedness. A barricade that somehow prevented the sun from smiting you whilst blocking the little opening that you needed air to pass through. Choking…choking…making you miss opportunities because she had to go first.

She was tornadoes and black skies tripping and sending warning signals before you even crossed her path.

She was bad luck and the remnant after everyone chose their team mates.

She was the symbol of rejection in your eyes, ‘Jacobs’ of our time.

She was David in the wilderness, Joseph in the pit screaming “help me, help me”

She was this and more yet,

God chose to inject his seed into her lineage, sons she bore all great and strong.

Even our Lord chose to come as the Lion of the tribe of Judah- her son.

No wonder she exclaimed, “now I would praise you” like a self fulfilling prophecy of what could happen in her life if she finally tilted her head to the sky, away from man.

She has made me see that God doesn’t judge by man’s standard and He indeed can turn your story to HIS-STORY if you finally stop trying to be loved by your makeshift husbands – the world.

If you finally look away from the valley and shadows that try to choke you to the sky where you help lies.

Let us LEAH
Let us LEAH
Let us:

Leah. The foolish things of the world has indeed Confounded the wise.
She was so beautiful in His sight.


PS: Yay! The end. Thank you for being a part of this blog journey. Last week’s post #BeingReal has had over 2000 views with so many testimonies. It could only be God.

Great news! The first episode of #Boldsteps is coming out next week. Keep your fingers crossed.


You can also listen to my spoken word poetry collection here #Breathe ep.


Victory Osarumwense

Popularly called Victory Osas is a Financial Analyst by day and a creative storyteller with every breath she takes. She is the kind of person who would take the window sit in a car just to look at the people walking by. She says that people are walking stories and often finds a way to wrap ordinary moments that people would overlook to her works.

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