we do not know how many calabashes
of fermented incantations the gods
must drink to get drunk, but we know
that wisdom is not something the gods
give in exchange for kola nuts!
sometimes he melts it into verses &
allows it to drip in lines from a poem.
but a poet’s mind is a muddy stream.
himself cannot tell you when to
come scoop a drink of clean water,
for his lingering darkness is a (night)mare
which he rides & gallops till dawn.
& even on nights, when he sleeps with
stars under his eyelids, he awakes
with tiny pieces of broken dreams
in the corners of his mouth.
so when you see him at a park,
having a conversation with a statue,
& laughing real hard; when you see
him sip from a glass of solitude &
dance romantically with his shadow,
understand that a poet is a wild man,
& we cannot tame him
for no one suckles the nip
of curiosity and remains sane.
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.
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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/
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