One Poem by Toluwalogo Niji-Olawepo
Toluwalogo Niji-Olawepo is a writer from Nigeria who finds expression in poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She is also a medical student.
219, 000 Hours
140,160 was the beginning of flowers blooming.
The uprising of bending branches, heeding the call of the bright sunlight.
157,680 was an awakening from drunk-like staggering. Into learning. Into searching.
Voices here. Voices there.
In my head. In the walls. In the streets. On the screen. In their stares. In their smiles. In their frowns.
The answers that you seek are unavailable at the moment.
and it comes too fast.
I am still scrambling for all the lost pieces of glass
Buried amid Bruno’s falling sands.
All the pieces of his vision of who I am, who I am becoming and who I will be.
Grace me with a little more time.
The curve of my waist
The widening of my hips
The gentle re-molding of my face.
Girl Child reborn into Baby Woman
Don’t come yet.
Poke me not with questions of when and how and who and why?
I do not have the answers you are searching for.
Awhile longer. Awhile longer.
I am still searching through Bruno’s sands
For shards of broken glass
Parts and portions of this vision of me.
The woman in my future who is already here.
No, another 24
And an extra 2.
And I’ll give drink to the thirsty well of your endless expectations.
Who I am and why I am.
Is there extra time?
24 hours will not do.
There are more pieces to this vision hidden in Bruno’s falling sands.
More parts unfound than found
More stories untold than told
More pieces buried than gathered in my baby woman hands.
Grow up. Tick tock. No time. Right now. Find love. Have sex. Ovaries. Money. Hormones. Family. Biology. Babies. Society. Marry. Mother. Change. Now.
Just another 24 hours.
Let me find these pieces, the hidden parts to this riddle of a vision of this woman who is me.
219, 000 hours have passed.
And I still need more time.
Toluwalogo Niji-Olawepo is a writer from Nigeria who finds expression in poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her works have been published in Asterlit, The Xylom, NoisyStreetss, and elsewhere. As a medical student, she finds her zone in the interception of science and art. She considers herself a complex admixture of art and science.
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