If our child had listened earlier

 

By DANIEL AKINYEMI

 

Our son runs back to his mother's

Breast that has turned 

to rotten lime.

There is no rhythmic dance of

black women, to the mystic voices of

gangan, bata, agogo, or sekere— singing

the heart of the ancient gods, in a world

flushed into the darkness of

science & knowledge; dark conscience.

I sit in the heavens of grievance's moan.

Its tears drips on our

lands, like meteorites,

breaking our gods into wingless

butterflies.

If our child had listened earlier

he won't grow,  

under the skies, of white knives. 

Daniel Akinyemi is a young writer, here in Nigeria. He's 19 years. He is an artist, an artiste, and a public speaker. His works, are featured in Onley magazine, Ngiga review, & some more. He participated in that YIAWC anthology and many more masterclasses.