Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
A celebration He said I am the only love but there are five of us in the hut he brought one cow for the dowry and I learnt later it was stolen from his inlaws the promise to provide and Continue reading biola olatunde | a celebration
SOMETIMES…. sometimes silence is golden when your speech is silvered peace and your song of gratitude is painted with wonder i could sing a song without words but please Lord accept this single word thanks! the sun can sometimes be Continue reading biola olatunde | sometimes…
BURY ME IN A PRADO JEEP He was only seventeen and wanted a Prado jeep to contest with his peers from the other side of the street. To the ancient one he went and he whimpered his greed that he Continue reading biola olatunde | bury me in a prado jeep
he apologized for everything the late nights his drunken rages numerous girls the snores and the sores from all the beatings I raised the knife to erase the pains he woke up screaming.
It is coming.. with each dawn I watch grandma her potholed tongue from ground tobacco and her smile. My heart strains as I return her one tooth smile. I am afraid to sleep maybe it will delay the coming gloom Continue reading biola olatunde | it is coming…
she sat in the room the heat, her only clothing urine and faeces in a pail in the corner, the measure of a love given foolishly to a teacher, hidden from family and friends. only sixteen and pregnant no ante-natal Continue reading biola olatunde | she sat in the room
AN AGONISED PRAYER Here in the street, we call it democracy some say it’s only transition I think it is attrition no need for truth Their necks have grown from the former hungry state to layers of drunken folds I Continue reading biola olatunde | an agonised prayer
I plead guilty as I stared at her the sun touched her hair her smile spurred my thoughts I moved one step closer He came over and held her face she smiled at him he almost kissed her I nearly Continue reading biola olatunde | I plead guilty
The elders called today to remind me of the final burial rites of my beloved husband. – It has been forty days of shaven head in black robes a boat ride me and his stiff body on the wilds of Continue reading biola olatunde | the elders called today