By Olayioye Paul Bamidele
there i behold home
etch into my dreams. like a refulgent portrait, it
transcends & lit the desire of wobbling back to
home - a place i was called a thicket & seek leeway.
i seek to lose the chains tethering me from
exploring. there maami binds me from tasting the
music of the clubhouse. there my father, a catechist,
kisses me with scriptures. there i learned how
fornication is a sin by touching the hearts in
erotica. i fornicate, copulate with the street &
thwart home. mornings, the dews bathe me. night,
we wage war with mosquitoes. mornings, i immerse
my face in brine waters, where blue dragonflies
kiss the river. that's their home, but what about mine?
this morning i read my bible & pray that God clad
my father to hug me back home - i, a prodigal cattle.
Olayioye Paul Bamidele is a writer and a student of mass communication. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in Spillword, Lunaris, Artlounge, Ice Floe, Black Moon, Feral, and elsewhere.