chaos in town. a viral siege
our words are wings flying across cities
you, there; me, here. us — two
above, the sky thickens
like the locust swarms of March
sweeping through Nairobi
down here, we await it daily -
as the figures roll out like nightmares
we wait for it, even
me, you, us, everybody
we wait for it:
a second coming. our reawakening
When Death Arrives In A Lover’s Body
We do not know it but it hangs over us.
shape like of things unknown
You six-feet deep into my eyes, searching
for light, for a body to call home -
But a man’s body, sometimes, is no heaven -
even for a dying lover hungry for a last-minute miracle
They say our ancestors had thicker skins and
they weaved their names into tales by moonlight
for us to wear like garments to be passed down
to our children and our children’s children
But you find none, and I find none neither.
You touch my face, and watch
as I break into six layers of fears beneath my skin
We kiss and your breaths linger in me.
I hold on much longer to them:
A flower for your departing
Solomon Ọládipúpọ̀ is a young journalist and assistant editor based in Lagos, Nigeria. He is a graduate of the University of Lagos where he studied mass communication. His writing explores the interconnection of the personal and the collective, the self and the ‘us’ — a reflection of his journalism background. Some of his works have appeared in the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest (BPPC) anthologies and others have been selected as top entrants for the Poets in Nigeria (PIN) 10-Day Poetry Challenge. When not writing or reporting news, Ọládipúpọ̀ listens to Nigerian folk music or contemporary highlife — depending on the mood. You can find him on Twitter: @solo_oladipupo.