they say I fantasize about death why won't I? . when the only thing death knows is to mingle and cling unto our fragile fracas; only to yank and drip it off and turning the dwelling it once lived nimble? why won't I laugh? . my chatter is laced in words and letters which death can catch to snap off whenever it has gotten the opportunity; which only comes once why won't I sigh? . the heaves in throats minces to the waves which death molds it into; which it controls when it leap to heights which it only conquers once why won't I be amused? . when death creases into forms to delve into forests where my soul lies; treading saliently on slippery paths to steal the prized possession which belongs to it? why won't I fantasize? . when the crudeness refining my being creases when the paints are yet to mould my image into the canvass? why won't I freeze? . when the breeze hits my fertile skin and leaves it to miff with our beats and sigh to think of the times when they would hit us again but we may never feel it . my laughs fills the mouth as I watch battles which death conquers only once; getting me amused when waves of words litter the sphere; free from the coffins and happy that they escaped before the plugs drained out Adedimeji Quayyim Abdul-Hafeez is a creative, aspiring writer and a student of laws. He writes from Ilorin, North-Central Nigeria where the heat seeps to lick the tendrils of our muse into scribbled. He is a Sprinng Literary Movement Fellow in the 2019 Mentorship Cohort and a Local Coordinator at Students for Liberty in Africa. He is a lover of nature, realms and mysticism. He writes with the fervent hopes of bringing the societal stereotypes into limelight. When he is not writing, he is either seen having thoughts on the complexities of law or arguing fervently on the basis of jurisprudence. He can be reached via quayyimadedimeji@gmail.com.
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Peter
9/7/2019 10:31:41 am
This is splufik. Every line communicated to me
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Gimbiya
9/7/2019 01:43:19 pm
Every line of the poem sends a message. The writer writes about death in such a manner that is mind blowing.
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ojo oluwaseun
9/7/2019 10:07:00 pm
The piece is really nice ! The style used is unique.
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Dorcas
10/7/2019 11:58:31 pm
Great piece!
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Raymond Oluwalola
12/7/2019 02:19:23 pm
Questions are the reasons we exist in the world we create with our own hands, for instance: is death a he or a she?
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