COVID's fangs stung our kind and released a violent venom. Nature burdened you to lead in this race war, to stand in front of our race, where the battle is fiercest and the greed for blood is relentless like a raging inferno. The fire is advancing, bodies are burning like heaps of cobs caught in harmattan flame. And you stood there in your gowns and your masks fetching people from the flame as if you do not live in houses of flesh, as if you do not have people whose hearts skip and leap with currents of worries for you. You fought like death is nothing but a toothless lion in a children cartoon, like you're gods whose dwelling is beyond the scope of cosmos, like mercury is flowing through your veins, like your bodies are insulated from chars and scales. But you only fought, incubating humanity in the cocoons of your heart, seeing the best out of us, feeding us with morsels of hope, Of victory, one day, very soon.
Olaewe David Opeyemi is a Nigerian medical doctor and writer. He interrogates his life experiences through writing which he also sees as a veritable instrument for personal and social metamorphosis. His works has been published by The Quills, Eboquills, BPPC Anthologies, Selcouth Station, Onehandclapping and elsewhere. He’s winner of Dawn of Splendour Poetry Contest (2019, 2020) and Shuzia creative writing contest (2019). He writes from Birnin Kebbi, Northern Nigeria. He is active on Facebook @olaewedavidopeyemi, Twitter @dropey01 and Instagram @opeolaewe.