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What if, The moon fails to light. And our sun never rises Our silhouette no longer stands behind but hangs over our heads like clouds. what if, The light turns dark And the sky goes grey. The flying birds never come back. What if Our names are engraved on our foreheads And our dreams are placards we hold over our heads. What if, Our destinies are handed to us in tiny meal packets The hands of the clock turns to lead And we are all frozen in time. What if Our days are numbered And our nights are haunted And death comes knocking What if, Our graves are dug long before we were born Our lives are played before our eyes And we never died. What if.
Agnes Olayemi Johnson is a writer, diction Instructor and CEO of OlaBlack Arts. A graduate of English Language/Political Science from Adeniran Ogunsanya College of Education, Joohnson is currently the Lead Rep of PIN (Poets in Nigeria), Bariga Connect Center and the Assistant General Secretary of the Bariga Artistes Forum.
