(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi)
Tonight, I moisturise my ankles with tenderness
& crawl into my past through the mouth of memories.
An ocean of tears is not hyperbole when I behold how
fate has peeled me like a tangerine into the palms of life.
I sit my past down like a doll, asking why those days were
as promising as the light of a sun. I am moulded with 60%
of water & 40% of fire; there are days when I feel like drowning
into belly of agonies & there are days when life touches me,
I emit flames. When the atmosphere is tense with silence, I tug my
unanswered questions into the pocket of burden. I pacify myself,
saying, who am I to question Moirai? In trembling ankles, I crawl back
with head echoing the whispers of Moirai, I am the shadow of life.