Wuraola

Is it too late to

sing songs

of trepidation?

or, rather you want

a serenade of sorrow?

sour staccatos

silly slumps

words and rhymes that

only tear at the sinews of your heart

perhaps, a lamentation

of lost dreams

torn seams

forgotten realms.

fix your mouth

at the skies and

let gods feel

what it is like

to be against your will

here, unwanted,

unbeloved

maybe they will

grant you a merciful death.

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I spend a lot of my time in cars on Lagos roads, sometimes thinking about life, sometimes not thinking but always looking out at the scenery, buildings, flowers, people or nothing at all.

Sometimes, I spend an hour looking at the same thing, sometimes I wear myself thin with…

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