Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Top 5 This Week

Related Posts

Gone too soon: Poems by Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji

gone too soon
Image: Pixabay.com remixed


In my quest for another,
I saw and flung off the
Cracking of a girl
Whose hip is
An immoral doctrine at
Her rare lap,
I saw shinko dudu –
A weird Negro with the face
Of a black Mongoloid,

I mean the uncharitableness of thorny tufts
When children play ducks and
Drakes at unworthy times.
Or when you play second fiddle
With a newly
Knighted lunatic.

And then,
The footstep of a smile is
Missing her way to a lover’s house,
The inquietude of a heart
Fighting violently against herself
She drums her body at home –
The chest of an innocent man.

I saw touches, tangles,
The back view of smiles,
A shadow’s transpose swiftly shifted by a new light,
A Sturm und Drang fattening her way to loathing,
An ancient idol is shouting
“My back is being over-chiseled!!!”


I don’t know when the malleable Mediterranean
Became a morgue of freedom,
With this same brine my sea is bodied with tears,

My heart is a brittle stone
Broken by time’s hostility
And its denudation of slavery

I don’t know how it tastes to
Carry Libya on my tongue,
Neither nor Syria nor Iraq,

Or Algeria too cruel and too
Stone-just to isle that arid vastness,
Because whenever I crib Libya on my tongue

I would see myself that night on
Aljazeera news burning bastardly:
Wholly cremated in seconds,
I would find myself in a

Migration that
Verges the chronicles of advanced exiles,
As they wade the woes of worries

Through this ocean of effluvium.
Through terrains erstwhile befogged
With senescent dust-bunnies,
Poisonous cobra lairs,

And cobalt colored desert-tortoise scorning migrants
By dint of totems, a landscape
Versifying migrant’s body into an unsung dirge,

You walk a little, after you’ve started gasping for a crescent moon,
You would get to 150km south of Jamahiriya museum,
Promenaded in Tripoli’s pancreas,

Where the kidneys of Nigerians mated the
Landscape with a mend of un-slender cruelty and slavery,
Where kidneys fall off migrants,
As they wake from a trance of Europe’s wealth

To discover a chain tying them to an orchard’s son,
To discover your language engraved on a crescent cobblestone,
Domiciling some fat epitaphs of an Arab’s ghost.

Poems © Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji
Image: Pixabay.com remixed

Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji
Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji
Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji is a lily-livered lily that speaks and teaches American Sign language. He adopted a pet he calls Cheetah in 2015. Published by African writer, issue 1 of pink cover zine, Bakwa Magazine, Botsoso Magazine, Kalahari reviews, Communicators league, Elitesdome Poetry, and elsewhere, he loves listening to you.


SAY SOMETHING (Comments held for moderation)

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

Popular Articles