Fey Ugokwe's Blog

Wifey

Inching into city blacktop
on ballet flats
careening cornucopia
of
pungent sight
all sound

insistent hands reaching
squishing at the lusciousness

looking for the bruisings
in the
wrong place

-Fey Ugokwe on Wifey

Wifey

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"She stared at him, dumbfounded, the breath sucked from her belly, lungs, mouth. And nowhere was there replacement oxygen, just nowhere. He grinned darkly up at her, shaking the gin bottle and downing another swig. Capping it carefully, he added, 'But--you Miss Thang everywhere but where you should be, ain't you, Wifey?'" Wifey

"And in an instant--carrying only a circular, spotless black serving tray from nowhere in his long, elegant hands--he smiled slightly at her from one corner of his mouth...then snapping his head and x-ray eyes away, he slid--a little too quickly--back into the people..."Wifey

Fey, her books “Wifey” and “The Specimen: On Cancer: An Ode to My Mum” and her podcast, “The Women of Power Hours”, (iTunes), were featured on ABC-TV’s “Chronicle” (WCVB)😱!!!

Watch the episode here: https://lnkd.in/dareFps A HUGE thank you again to the entire news production team and everyone involved in the creation of the segment, and to her amazing guest!!! Wifey The Specimen: On Cancer: An Ode to My Mum

"Her spirit began whispering to her that sometimes you seem so small and the area all around you so big--like the walk to the confessional with a mind of complex sins; the wake behind the nurse in the doctor's office, as you tread in to hear what you already believe to be a dark result; and that trudge of a woman down the passageway to a bedroom against her will. It all seemed at that instant, the very same. It was so big and looming, trapezoidal and shifting--wouldn't stay still, and was getting fuzzier with each footfall..it was surreal and blackening, and rotating off its axis, it was the longest, longest...walkway..." Wifey

"The sky suddenly darkened into a night, with a large, spinning patch of daylight in the distance--and bright, rich, almost blindingly deep-blue flowers began to fall out of the air to everywhere...and they fell onto the food and preparation table, sticking into the mixing bowl containing the remainder dough, and blanketed the entire surface of the ground..." Wifey

"Reaching, she crawled forward, and then rose. Walking to the world cabinet, she squatted down again and pulled at the rum bottle. And she opened it up, strong swarthy sea and steadfastness hitting her nostrils hard from within it--the sweat of some of her peoples, hands upon hands back when to sugarcane..."Wifey

"Flinching, he swiftly turned his head away...one of P.V.'s organic farmer's market bags was upturned and flop-handled on the faux travertine tile. Heads of cabbage, tomatoes, and other rotund produce were frozen after momentum like billiard balls--separately and in pairs--at the cessation of their rolling journey, the smaller ones wedged partially under cabinets...he kept his gaze on them for a moment, recording how all was so whistling clean, shiny...he inhaled as much air as he could and sighed again, almost noiselessly and deliberate, letting out the whole world. Silent, he looked away again. And with all of that, Rev. knew he had him..." Wifey