By
Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan
Where are these gods?
Where are these gods,
gods my parents inherited from their ancestors when savors from gabbages are fed on, fought on to be devoured by their households?
Where are these gods,
those one to whom we see daily
sitting and standing in their shrines joblessly yet demands for things we who loit around with legs and eyes dare not?
Where are these gods,
that had turned our tears
into nothing but joy springing out of a hungry lad’s face leaving us alone to visit tables filled with crumbs?
Where are the gods,
whose mouths are opened while
some closed
yet my fathers and mothers said they speak.
Whose eyes are opened 24/7
yet do not see
when evil befell out land,
where were they?
Where were they?
When motherland became cursed
fatherland lifting on his head their
pains
with children chorusing behind songs
sand of sonorous deadly voices
ruptured by vultures when they see a fall?
Where were they
when things that had once suit us
had now been forgotten
like it happened for decades
rather last night we still bought
one plastic of garri for N10 today we struggled to get one derica for N70?
I was told they speak and see
so let me send them this
to give reply quickly
before we use their dolls in kindling fires to sell bean-cakes tomorrow.
Waiting
On this solfa made of teary foams
there i lay
face glued to the sounds of the door
that i may see you when you come.
On this solfa made with teary foams
i wait patiently for you my love
to wrap you under the warmth of tender intimacy.
if maybe you will come back
and pick from where we stopped.
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