Words versus Actions


Online Doctor Prescription Valium The skin of my yiayia’s hands dry, like peeling garlic; blanketing a tangle of frustrated veins. Eyes round, tinged with terror, mouth agape, pale legs grappling with the white sheets in an effort to revolt against stagnation.

http://blog.leedsforlearning.co.uk/primary/a-price-worth-paying/ I want so much to comfort her, ease her pain. ‘I’m here for you. I’ll always be,’ I think but never utter the actual words. We’ve always shied away from exchanging soppy phrases such as ‘I care for you’, or ‘I love you’.

Buy Diazepam Europe ‘Words are not important,’ yiayia would say. ‘It’s actions that matter.’ She had always been full of beans, spinning like a tap all day long, stirring food in the drone of the busy extractor hood, bent over the ironing board, hoeing in the garden, weeding the vegetable plot, beheading dead carnations, pinching the basil round.

In a week my exams at the Mathematics School in Athens are taking place. But, I have to be here, at my native village. Look after my yiayia. She needs me now, after that stroke.

Yiayia would have objected to this. ‘You’re going to make it big one day. Don’t waste time on trivialities. Nothing good comes out of being soft’, she used to say.

Valium Purchase Mana’s words pound in my head. ‘She won’t make it, you know. There’s nothing we can do. Nothing you can do. You will fall behind with your studies if you don’t take your exams. She’d understand. I’ll take care of her.’

http://blogs.keshokenya.org/category/uncategorized/page/19 I hear yiayia’s irregular snore, like a mumbling scolding, see her nostrils flare, her chest pump. Her bulging eyeballs roll underneath her papery eyelids, as if trying to decipher the intricate map the tiny, intersecting veins weave there, where words and actions intermingle, challenge and interrogate each other.

I stand up and pull my Algebra book down the bookshelf.

Buy Valium Europe ‘I love you yiayia,’ I say as I bend over my open book.

Buy Diazepam From India Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

By Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

I was born in a small mountainous village in Western Greece. In 1985 I moved to Athens, where I studied Business Administration at T.E.I. Athens. I later obtained my Diploma for Overseas Teachers of English (RSA DOTE) and worked as an English Teacher at several Language Schools in Athens, for over 12 years. I hold a BA (Hons) Literature and an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University UK.

My short stories have appeared in the anthology 'Even Birds are Chained to the Sky' by the Fine Line Editorial Consultancy, in the Australian e-magazine Tincture Journal Issue Three and in many more online literary magazines such as Wordsmith Journal Magazine, Bareback Magazine, The Wilderness House Literary Review, The Missing Slate and others. My first short story collection entitled 'Black Greek Coffee' will be soon published by Matador (Troubador Ltd), UK. They are human stories inspired by life in the rural 20th c. Greece (mainly).

I live in Athens with my husband and two kids.


  1. Welcome Konstantina to Diasporic,
    We’re glad to see you and read your sensitive thoughts.
    May the journey be a rewarding one…

    1. Thrilled to be here too. I’m sure the journey will be exciting and creative.

  2. Konstantina, I very much enjoyed reading your story so sensitively written. You show the importance of supporting your yia yia with your love. I look forward to reading more of your work. Welcome to Diasporic! .

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