like the night before,
i crawled under our bed,
from where i watched them;
cut my brother’s arms,
smash my father’s testicles,
plant iron seeds in mama’s thighs
& left me a glass of fresh milk.
that night, death was with me
& he began to teach me how to live.
he dipped his finger in the spilt blood
& let the droplet cool my tongue,
for i was like the burning bush-
ablaze but unburnt.
see, memories are paintbrushes
they choose the colour of our minds,
& stain the mud walls of our hu(r)ts
when dipped in the shrieks of a dying boy.
so last night when the door creaked again
i quietened my heart & listened.
but there were no hoarse voices.
no gunshots. no cow mows. nothing!
just that creak and a huge figure
with glowing eyes entered. It was God!
In Sunflowers and Sunburns, Joshua Effiong shares what we would like to refer to as the recipe of hope.
Enjoy the #read: https://eboquills.com/2020/09/18/sunflowers-and-sunburns-a-poem-by-joshua-effiong/
#poetry #poetrycommunity #FridayFeeling #FridayMotivation #WritingCommnunity #poem
Our #MCM this week is the charismatic Kukogho Iruesiri Samson @BrainyPoet. He is the Founder/CEO of Words
Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers Ltd. His multi-award-winning #book "Devil's Pawn" will be officially released by @farafinabooks in October and we just can't wait to #read!
We wake up to multiple mails from some of you, private messages and whatever. Please stop being a pain in an #editor's ass!
I’ll no longer be publishing the work of Samuel Junior Irusota in Chambers this month, as he sent me multiple messages across my different social media accounts, one of which was my private Facebook account.