Category: POETRY

A dog that lost its home came back to bite its owner –
they say it is because the owner did not make any attempts to find it.

Tonight / i fall on my knees / my face to the setting sun / beseeching
the old man / who the earth is his footstool: / lord / like 20 naira note / we
squeeze nigeria into your palm / oyigiyigi / keep it for us!

in search of a tug of war, you blindfold the sky. like a cabbage. like a seed. like a fold of clothes beneath the loin. nothing marches the universe of wildfire like a tongue of stones.

In every leaf, in every stone,
The world’s reflection, deeply shown,
To change the world, we must rehearse,
The change begins within our universe.

The first time my eyes saw a girl’s nakedness
was at sixteen, when my body became an altar
for a forceful ritual of iniquity by a girl

One day I will write a poem about the tears,
That stain my face throughout the years.

here, the only ode is a receding
of insult. instead of pillows, my guardian
uses a slab, nets it on my nape & calls it
discipline. yet, that same night, cracks open—
like an egg—a psalm with my name.