Mariska Taylor-Darko attended Holy Child Sec. School and St. Mary’s Sec. School (Now High Schools). Went on to Harrow College of Further Education in England and trained as a Legal Secretary and then re trained in London as a Beautician/Hairdresser (My day job). Mariska is a widow with two sons. She is a writer, poet and motivational speaker. She is one of the Directors of Ghana Organisation for Learning and Development, (GOLD) a registered Charity in the U.K. aiming to assist women and children in the rural areas of Ghana. She is the founder of Yes Group Ghana, a motivational group involved in empowering the youth.
Mariska’s poems have been featured on www.oneghanaonevoice.com which is an online poetry site several times and she has also been published , in Jambo, an East African magazine. She has also been featured on radio chat shows on Yfm and Citi fm and on TV with Viasat 1 on the One Show and has read her poetry in London at the “Find your voice” motivational event. She has published her first motivational book, The Secret to Detoxifying your life and love” , a collection of poems in a book called Rhythms of Poetry in Motion and is in the process of writing one film script, one novel and a collection of children’s stories. Recently she gave a reading of her book which is soon to be published called “A Widow must not Speak” at the Goethe Institute organised by the Writers Project of Ghana.
Sway, Sway, Sway
The movement the young girls made when going down the road,
Their cloth tied around their waist could not hide the beauty of their voluptuous thighs
The shape of their bodies,
The outline of their waistbeads,
The points of their upright nipples - Youthful as they come.
Their chests heaved up and down in unison with their walking, with their girlish laughter.
Sweat glistened on their exposed skin giving them a glossy look.
They were girls in their prime.
Suddenly they stopped.
A beautiful full-bodied woman came towards them.
She was very curvaceous, her breasts hung lower, her hips broader but there was something about the movement that was different. Her waist was thicker with ripples and mounds, her arms fuller and back firmer. She was a woman in her prime.
Who could beat that?
The girls looked as she passed and said among themselves “One day we will be like her”
The envy showed in their eyes as the proud woman went by, balancing her goods on her head.
She was the most sought after woman in the village; widowed two years ago she had mourned deeply and now blossomed as the dark veil off death was removed from her and exchanged for white purity,
She had confidence, knowledge, wisdom and the experience of love, pain and loss.
She could weather all storms that came her way,
But right now she just lived for herself and loved her family and it was that mystery about her that set the young girls staring, the young men heated and anxious and the old men nodding their heads knowing their time was past as the beautiful woman passed by swaying, swaying, swaying.
Sway, Sway, Sway