fly, be youthful, enjoy the grace of independence that has scratched itself into your skin, fly but donât forget the measure of your wingâs strength, the ground is full of pebbles and stones. Boy, fly, measure well, the length of drought that will come draw water out of your river, donât break a wall, donât break the dam. Boy, fly. I penned these words from … Continue reading Pride: Boy, You Are Flying
Image Credit: MW When I was young My mother told me secrets She discovered in the magic box Of her late father â buried deep in the balcony. She said I was born a shaman With Aramaic wands on my palms Everything I touch turns to stars My motherâs half-sister turned into a rainbow As she tried kissing me. I spread my palms, dreaming in … Continue reading A Shaman Tells His Memoir
There are no roses here, But there are vegetables. Here: There are rich men with Egos bigger than their cars. There are poor men with Stubbornness hotter than their brutally patched Slippers. But one thing is Sure, no one escapes this Market without the odorous finger of pá»Ìnmá»Ì-water slipping into their nostrils. At the back of a rickety cab, there’s a basket of fresh and … Continue reading ĂjĂ©
At the backyardâ There is a convocation of potties with broken and happy Faces. On the lineâ There is a soaked wrapper that throws the fragrance of urine in the air. In the latrine roomâ The chickensâ cages breed mites with biceps. Thereâs a makeshift kitchen at every door- step. We know what our neighbors will eat for dinner. The passage of the roomsâ an … Continue reading Face-Me-I-Face-You
I understand love. I know it like I know my mother’s face. I know how love is exposed when trying to hide behind dark curtains. I could close my eyes to spot out love, even in darkness. Love doesn’t make itself so difficult to be seen. I know how love absorbs intimacy like cloths Do water. You wouldn’t wring it out, unless you were willing to face the dryness of a lifetime. Before love, I know how the longing & the absence feel like a thirst. You want to carry the jug & gulp to thirst no more, even though a little sip intoxicates. And then, after love finally comes upon you, your heart, closed like a tomb, opens to be filled. Opeyemi Oluwayomi is a Nigerian writer, an English & Literary student of University of Ibadan. His works have appeared or are forthcoming on Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Art Lounge Journal, Brittle Paper, Shallow Tales Review, Ekstasis Magazine, Eboquil Magazine, … Continue reading Upon the Conversation of Love.
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