The protracted dusk of yesterday
Conspires with the stubborn eclipse
That refuses to exit today’s sky
The whale of anguish in past misdeeds
Keeps stirring the currents
That storm this Dame’s troubled vessel,
from underneath.
How will this Dame walk to embrace
The light awaiting at the end of her tunnel?
Will she feel her way through the deadly dark,
Or dare the blue sea rambling at her?
This Dame is a Willow, dodging the blades
of ferocious wind storming at her
This Dame has invented her compound eyes
She moves on tiniest hope’s flashing guide-light
And waddles on faith’s mustard’s assurance.
Let razing fire turn Ìrókòs to ashes
Let the crocodile shed tears
For the demise of her preys;
Still, all the love and crazy over she never had,
She is resolute to plant them in tomorrow’s seedlings;
Watch them bud into luxuriant trees
And reap the laboured fruits
In her untired palms.
Read – Autolysis – A Poem by Victor Garuba, Nigeria
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