my body became a heap of injured memories
& ooze smell of wailings
for lost souls, who got tired trying to locate home
for dark minds in dark rooms looking across a window for misplaced lights
There is no greater pain and misery
than seeing a voice become a music box of silence...
i have heard tales -sad tales of people whose body became too proud to greet dawn
of souls who never saw the light of their.tomorrow
i have lived in places beyond the idea of a home
& seen men who lived in themselves- a quiet body of corpse
i have seen women leave their home.for.the edifice of a cemetery
& i know this world is indescribable in words but voices that escape when hope died
i know, you know, we know death is the reason tomorrow looks far and near- a conflict of distance.
i have seen death
- in the smile of a mother holding her 27th 'abiku'
- the tears of aleppo girls who live in the remnant of their dreams
- the voice of boys wandering in forest of frustration
- i have seen death burn a father with the wax of hunger
i have seen death
- twice in the twinkle of my father's eyes- first.was a glint from his dream
- in the laugh of husbands whose pregnant wives died with their names
- visit Kano, going on feast nights after nights
- i have seen death sweep across Lagos beyond canals and gutters could.hold
i have seen death and it.is in.the.voices of singers at a mass funeral
we pray for you
- for the boys who were quick to become ancestors
- the dreams that evolved into.glory
- for the girls whose sun gave up.their lights
- and for our nation- a desolate.home.for.grief
we pray death leads you.into every rest.that this world lacks
we pray.your souls find God and his peace
And the rest of us
- darkness shall not overpower our lights
- our days shall count into length
- and our legs shall continue to find home