they still smell fresh. after all these centuries, the odour was still haunting like a dream, it was hatched underneath his understanding. differed. worms penetrating through the idea, ceasing the content of home & pages & chapters & windows. they unlock the spectacle within the frames & prose of its nature. haemophilia. skin and flesh […]
WONDERLANDS
I was born in a place for old men,for boys feasting their way backwards into time.The priest swiftly makes an incisionfrom where he stoops to weave a certain birthmark;in secular seaculorum…I know boys trapped to birthmarks like seagulls to brown waterI know boys turned silenced men, still sutured to the mark of the beastI know […]
Let Me Remove the Log in Your Eye Poem
You live a life of grandeur And enjoy flaunting your sleek coupé, But you forgot the precarious latrine Waiting to be swallowed by a sinkhole at your mother’s; Your mother’s shanty doesn’t smell of roses But a squalid odour, which now perturbs The breath under your nose; You say my sisters are dirty and loose, […]
Origin Myths
I should have guessed I would always take to mourning like religion. I swallowed the loss of my mother’s father inside her womb, death sampling my blood / lumped with absence. My futures bloomed in some prior-ticking heart & I forget this (when it’s my turn to swallow the world) I think it should show […]
Visiting
What happened before this, I cannot tell you because I cannot remember. I can tell you I was with her. In the metallic green Nissan Skyline driving up Sparks Road, passing Johnny’s Roti. Up the road then down and around the corner passing Overport City, arriving at McCord Hospital. PUBLIC PARKING TURN LEFT PRESS BUTTON […]
Day Zero
Please restrict yourself to two minute, stop-start showers. Collect your bath and basin water and use it for flushing. Only flush when you really need to. Wash hands less frequently – use sanitizer instead. Don’t leave the tap running while you brush your teeth. Evenings, in the townships, children’s feet skip in the street weaving […]
Spring
I saw two men holding hands, in broad daylight, in public, as only lovers do. I stopped and stared as one stops and stares at spring’s abundance, lakes of rippling daffodils, plains richly green, as one stops and stares, entranced by beauty.
Refined Products
Let’s talk about the fate of garri From when a cassava stalk finds The blackness of the soil, when it’s hairy Spikes find joy in sprouting leaves after Its roots sojourn into the deeper recess Of the mantle in the universe of nutrients. Let’s talk about growth, the process Of roots becoming bulbs, fattening To […]
Dancing
i grew up thinking that the body of a woman is a house. an abandoned house around the corner, a repository for beautiful broken things. walk too briskly and you’d miss it. it must have been that first night mother neatly folded sobs between her wrappers and carefully placed them, locked, in a box deep […]