Written By: Adejuwon Gbalajobi
You’re heavy upon me heart, sorrow.
You’re a ravenous beast inside of me.
A thousand Psalms I’ve sung to silence you,
my throat burns with prayers to still your madness– still you ravish me.
How do I wheel myself into joy when it is always distant?
can my mouth crackle with laughter
when bile is seated on my tongue?
can these eyes glint with light when darkness cloaks my soul?
My heart is melancholic like a dark sky.
Sorrow stretches through the night,
yet, the dawn is gloomy.
In the morn, the songbirds sing,
the wind carries a dirge into my ears.
Father of Light, give me your eyes that I may see the world in rainbows,
lend me your strong arms to fight this darkness.
Father, hear my voice amidst the rage of the storm drowning me.
Adejuwon is a creative writer and poet.

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2 days ago
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”!
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"...
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.
https://eboquills.com/2021/02/27/one-poem-by-nigerian-poet-ojo-emmanuel/
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Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
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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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