a lady is holding god’s obituary-
she painted it on a canvas of pain
with the crayons of his silence
she is saying;
“i’m not an artist
but i watched god die
in the tears of a little boy,
who was born with a cave
in his heart, to parents
who took a loan from love
and made him their collateral”
her heart begins to float
on her tears, she can’t say
many more words, but these:
“i’ve seen god die. that day,
he went swimming in the tears
of this little boy and the fun
Our #MCM for the week is Saddiq Dzukogi @SaddiqDzukogi. His collection of poems, “Your Crib, My Qibla”, has earned rave reviews since its recent publication.
Award-winning poet, Ilya Kaminsky, describes it as a “stunning, memorable book”!
You had your voice,
yet silence was your outburst ..."
In this #poem, Ojo Emmanuel writes about loss, grief, and the long painful journey to healing. It is a sad, sensational poem & worth the #read.
#poetrycommunity #poets #WritingCommunity
Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
We loved this story, @ewoe_nam
We still do 👏🏾👏🏾
I am happy to announce that my story has found a home with @eboquills🥳 https://eboquills.com/2021/02/23/brach-and-ara-a-short-story-by-ghanaian-writer-ewoenam-kukah/
Kindly read, comment and share☺️😘.