APHASIA (a poem by Kayode Adedoyin)

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(After Pamilerin Jacob’s There are no Emergency Rooms for the Soul)

The sky is the best place to find answers,
Answers to the mystery behind a trembling soul.
Everynight my body becomes a temple where a figure worships in ecstasy.

In my local dialect, rain and fear are spelt the same but different pronunciation.
I must have asked the sky in supplication for fear instead of rain.
A rain to wash this memory off me,
A rain to quench this burning feelings that a certain eye lurks in every darkness.

Fear is a disease I’m prone to
I twitch like I’m epileptic muttering unknown words.

Darkness is a type of aphasia
That hinders me from pronouncing words the right way.

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Kayode Adedoyin

I am that voice that cries from the wilderness of thought, I am he that was stripped off his weaknesses, nakedly I walked into my full potentials. I am he whose tortured veins were burst opened by creativity, I am he that feeds the mind of people with the riches of his words cos ideas are the food my astute mind produce. I am engineer kay, An hyperopic dwarf that chooses to sit on the shoulder of giants.

By Kayode Adedoyin

I am that voice that cries from the wilderness of thought, I am he that was stripped off his weaknesses, nakedly I walked into my full potentials. I am he whose tortured veins were burst opened by creativity, I am he that feeds the mind of people with the riches of his words cos ideas are the food my astute mind produce. I am engineer kay, An hyperopic dwarf that chooses to sit on the shoulder of giants.

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