Life by Timi Sanni
Life
Of skinny children with empty bowls
Of moguls dressed in gilded attires
Of ancestors long gone
Life
Of skinny children with empty bowls
Of moguls dressed in gilded attires
Of ancestors long gone
When you came to seek my commitment
You came wearing no sterns but smiles.
You knelt to our customs, and laid a-front my parents.
You promised me heaven, on earth,
It must have caused
God a whole lot
to form me –
a steady hand
I love lingering
Lingering inside a bus
Hugging the fine facade of faces,
The driver’s face especially.
Orange clouds merge with the sun-filled spaces amidst leaf shadows on the wall
And our whole world becomes one gooey ember
Everywhere you look, the light is falling and even
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Online is a weak cyber-metaphor for high
But you already know
Like you know blue is still the colour of the sky