A Scamper for Tranquility | Muhammed Sanni | Poetry


a saunter is morphing into a scamper for peace in
this poem. this place, where villages are burnt into
weeping ashes, runs after the minute it last breathed
peace in its ribcage.

this poem giraffes from a country where peace is
being replaced by sad museums of places packed with
medals martyrs couldn’t wear.

in this poem, turbulence screams at the margins, greeting
away the ardor of bliss. this place births hues of fading
memories that glint in the night when our demons
entice us with cups of reminiscences.

To hold a name that genuflects to the death of colours is
to wish for a rebirth. here, there’s a blue & there’s red
cascading like sands in mass burial. by this I mean, to
baptize a country is to light a candle—

close your eyes, and pray that silence befalls the discordance
in her body. Is to pray that a child’s grasp remembers
his mother’s palms, is to wish that, may the judge’s tongue
remember how to spell justice, may the judge’s tongue unwear
bags of bitter golds.

then pervade the country with candle lights, and candle wax,
to bid its autolysis goodbye.

Olowonjoyin Muhammed Sanni (he/him) studies Biochemistry in University of Ilorin. His work has been published or forthcoming in My Woven Words Anthologies, Livina Press, Arts Lounge and elsewhere. When he’s not tracing biochemical pathways, he’s either writing, playing games, reading tweets, or thinking about making his life better. He tweets @aperse_ and on Facebook as Olówónjoyin Muhammed Sanni.

Lake Adedamola is a poet, writer, and editor with Nantygreens, who's worked with several other literary blogs including Brittle Paper. He has, since 2018, served in various capacities on the Lagos International Poetry Festival, LIPFest, team.

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