——-- I’m writing with black oil In my eyes, blood between my lips and pepper in my throat. They didn’t come in the night, They came at will, everyday, dressed in random cassocks With 72 pockets, heavy and patterned, I see black guards everywhere. They took their cassocks off, for continued years They raped Mommy, She was on her period I saw the flow, it was blood-oil blood-soil, night-rain, night-pain. She whimpered, She cursed She laughed She bared her breasts And looked at these rapists, In their variants of vultures, lions, locusts, antelopes and hyenas. Today is Mommy’s birthday But she’s still having cramps from these rapists’ claws. Badiru Kehinde is a Nigerian poet, short story writer, creative writing instructor, illustrator and editor. He was born in Lagos, and grew up in Okokomaiko, Lagos and Ibadan. “I Know Why Your Mother Cries”, his first published work of poetry would be republished [in hardcover] in winter 2019 and available for sale worldwide. Virtual copies are available on Amazon. Kehinde enjoys Soul and Smooth Jazz music, shares and believes in Jesus, Marxism and Karma. Kehinde, who is at the forefront of digital poetry in Nigeria currently lives in Lagos, teaches Creative writing to budding and would-be writers through the NGO, “Write Now”. He freelances as a ghost writer, and works as lead-editor and illustrator/designer with “Lofty Steps Consults.” Kehinde shares exciting stuffs on his social media platforms.
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PHELIX
7/10/2019 04:55:26 am
This is such a lovely piece. It is creativity at its peak. From the piece, one could conclude the writer is no novice at what he does.
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Joy_De_Voice
17/10/2019 03:30:05 pm
Amazing, amazing! Short yet captivating.
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Habeeb O Yekeen ( PhilosYekhab)
17/10/2019 06:45:53 pm
This is a delightful wow !
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