Six Months of a Millennia
//it’s just six months since cancer gripped my father’s lungs to the hospital bed & i keep dreaming of a bird who once drifted to the vales of perdition– now clipped of it’s feathers & buried in it’s piles of abandonment// there are so much of his addictive tobacco pipes & the unbridled fists he loosened on his wives & mistresses & how they found their ways out of his house//he doctors seek answers to the question of why has his body refuses to free him of the swelter/ding & torture//
With the deluge of a broken tongue,
I learnt an elegy that
Swam with the vespers;
when you drew a watery line between my
lips & nostrils & the shores
Of my tender eyes as
you shelved your presence into
Give me more nuts to chew with your palms
That greased my tongue
Smoothened my apple meat tooth
Father, where are you now?
You left me a lone bird
Entangled in the web of fate.
What Words Are There?
mr Bayo who sat on a swiveling chair months ago counting his fingers with a cigar puffed into the luminary lit room, now cries on the street. he strips himself naked & sang sorrowfully on a bourbon with overgrown dingy beards.
what words are there to tell of a private school teacher who lived below $20 a month– only learning how to crawl economically– & now crippled after the callous waves of pandemic blew him like a fowl who got damped in the rain & no where to hide.
a little boy plays flutes after hunger feasts on his belly– he asks what other gift does he have except flute & hunger ? the government offer palliatives like cockroach meals after that– telling us to chew the wind if we are hungry
What other names do grief bear ?
Akin-Ademola Emmanuel is a Nigeria-born writer and student activist. His works have appeared in PAROUSIA magazine & communicators league. He can be seen writing his memes on Instagram via @apostle_of_words_