I will Send Whispers to God
I sit next to my mother’s raffia skirts, recounting the living bones and tracks of dead dreams. I linger along the pool to drink alongside the ferocious wolf on the…
Between a Biology of Wants and Desire
I am stuck between a biology of wants & desire, that I grow into a tunnel full of voices & echoes My first woman told me in my early age…
To Catch Up With Hare & Stranded Prayers
To Catch Up with Hare Her sunken eyes are ships wrecked in a tempest of tears. I have no hands miraculous to help. & if there’s healing in sympathy,…
Gravity Pulls a Leaping Boy and Drags Him to Death
After Aremu Adams Adebisi Gravity pulls a leaping boy & drags him to death how long before a jump becomes a suicide how long before a boy becomes a…
Mother’s Instructions
Mother said, “never let your skirts go above your knees,” “Your thighs attract men’s hands,” “Don’t let your shirts show your shoulders or the path between your breasts, they cast…
To the Freedom Fighter
You do not spill fluid Burst a pipe To set it free. The freedom of a pipe Is its ability to deliver The fluid to the required destination. A kite…
Supplication to the Ghost of my Grandmother as a Cautery for Drowning Kids
i my mother sits on our threadbare mat languaging her thoughts into prayers. the lantern brightens everything in the room except her grief. she says to God; Ọ̀lùwà jọ̀wọ́ fún…
You Are Not Alone
i know your pains — cloaked and costumed in capsules of electronic smiles. if the make-up of our minds was plastic, you’d have broken into Warsaw pieces. & if our…
Life Hacks for an African Child Born in the 90s
a child must know what comes after a hard glare from his mother; one that becomes a brittle smile the very next second, a flicker that goes unnoticed, like NEPA…