December 18, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Oluwafemi Babasola




nip of dawn: stench



(for the chibok girl)



i know the smell

of dead hopes


hung on trees

like forgotten



her stench excoriates



bald vultures

wouldn’t scavenge


she reeks black vapour

that turns leaves into dust


i know the smell

of dead hopes

she’s the black vapour


i exhale every time

i breathe






nip of dawn: still furled petals



(for the chibok girl)



a budded flower

who would never bloom


budding petals

deprived orangeness


still furled petals

that would never

open their doors


to welcome her



a weave of hands


shredded tender buds


before the breath

of morning


trampled buds

rotting under feet

on the forest floor






Oluwafemi Babasola

Oluwafemi Babasola employs poetry and his short stories to express his thoughts and beliefs about life, the inequality in the society and emotions of the heart.

Oluwafemi’s poems have appeared on Bravearts Africa, Praxis Magonline, Kreative Diadem, The Rising Phoenix Review, African Writer, Parousia and Nantygreens. He lives in Benin, Nigeria. You can follow him on twitter @babasola10on10.

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