Glissade

We do not need an intense Courtroom drama to let me go.

She knew it was me who took our stepmom’s bottle of kayan mata and poisoned it.

Familiar slogans clog social media pipelines. The red river swells with braids undone.

  & 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 …

She said he was quiet when her husband gave up his job at Dinah and followed another woman home.

“Who even named you Jesus? Of all the names in The Bible, of all the names wey dey dis world so, na the name wey no fit you at all dem give you.”

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