Glissade

  & though I have lived so long in darkness, tonight I climb out of the cave to look up at the moonlit sky that sees me first and smiles God knows, happiness and the sky long to see me like villagers yearning for the moon to step out Tonight I smelt my aches, shapeshift …

I was aware of the ostracism and persecution that atheism invites in a hyper-religious country like Nigeria.

Because he was different, the bus conductor let a lofty hope bud within him, a hope too high for his type: love.

Now every alphabet of your mis-branding is peeled  away by the salt of time

It had been three months since the last time I heard Om Sagda’s screams. I marked those empty days on the calendar.

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