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It doesn’t matter who you were or how you left
my fathers eyes never slouchs for a dead.
Same old blues, he will sing,
his only acknowledgement,
when the news of a family turning ice
arrived the doors of our ears.
He was, -
cut from the devils ribs
so immune to grief,
all of us gossiped,
And so,
It will take me 11
Years
To finally summon the courage
To ask
why
this nonchalance to death.
His answer
would be
Scooping me up
to carry me into his life,
His voice,
heavy with lust
for a childhood
in this year
That I will give everything to escape:
he will say: to ba ma itan e
ekun o le tan lakata e
Meaning:
if you know your history,
you’ll have no break from tears.
Hearing this,
I immediately want to build him a house
Out of tissues
I want to go on my knees
Tell him
It’s not too late, we are not too old,
Our hands
can still learn
to swing
But my baby brother is in the room with us
And my brother, is a flower
All he knows is open arms and forgiveness
So as expected
before I even think to find my voice
He says:
Don’t worry,
god
will avenge us.
god
I suppose
If I wasn’t here yesterday
That I could afford the luxury of trying on his hope
That I would leave church
Believing that
We must scrape clean our memory
Of the people
Who are forcing us
now
To run
marathons to funerals
For a living
with our children
who do not know how to cook
a smile or the exact colour of grains-
all of them already soiled
by blood
I suppose if god
had the foresight
To take away my sight
Their promises could move me
into believing
That sorry
Is a currency their hands have held
That us
Sharing villages, religions, names-
Alison, Bola, Aisha, Moses…,
Is enough
To forgive
Their stealing
more babies
than any terrorist ever dares,
turning our classrooms
to boardrooms
for wildlife
plaguing us
with hunting for the beauty
in this world,
denying
us
ever knowing
what a human alive looks like,
all of us dead or dying.
I suppose
if they
Would just take a break
From
Gagging
Binding
Raping
us,
into monagamy with gods,
into prayers, because
we can not afford not to
try desperately with beads
in our hands to cover
the number of siblings
we’ve had to leave
in the market
because we were
too terrified to go next
we couldn’t go back to match
Iris to torso for a proper goodbye
I could forget
We could forget
We would have no reason
No reason
to stand in their way
We too, could take
a break
To quench
our thirst for emigration.
From waking every morning
eyes sore
from poring over maps
Of countries
ringing-
anyone out there
any country please, ,
seeking
doctors, lawyers, accountants, poets,
black bodies to fill caskets,
because yes, death assured
is better
than death hiding
and friends
who will not know when
to mourn
for us.
