By Mahbubat Kanyinsola Salahudeen It often happened at dinner. The whistling then came the blast followed by an expulsion of breath and knowing that I have been spared but only just While somewhere amid cries and choking clouds of smokes there was a scrambling a barehanded digging of pulling out debris what remained of a sister, a brother, a grandmother I wasn't at all surprised when father said fate is what is beyond man's control In every book everyone has a chapter we reincarnate, we come back again, we are all characters entertaining God But then I wonder if God was smiling or sobbing when our breath was rinsed by death while we entertain. Writer's Biography Mahbubat Kanyinsola Salahudeen is a writer, spoken word artist, poet, and human rights activist. She is a Communication and Language Arts student at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria. She has works featured and forthcoming with Spillwords, Poetry Anthology, Biscuit Hills, Mudroom, Ice Flow Press, and elsewhere. Besides storytelling, she is intrigued by music, sports, catering, and historical movies. She is a 2021 Girl Up Scholarship Fund Recipient, a 2021 Girl Up Project Award Recipient, and a winner of the 2021 IHRAF Creators of Literary Justice Award.
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Esther Abubakar
2/7/2022 07:02:50 pm
The rhetorical question 'oh Death where is your sting?' has being answered.
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Damilola Ogunbona
11/7/2022 07:08:39 pm
Death has always been a mystery no one demystifies, a fate unavoidable, the poet pictures the theme of mortality as fate in such an articulate manner re-emphasizing the reality that, Death is never a surprise, it is a fate that sometimes comes with pain, as in the case of the poetic persona.
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