Poems
the shorter breaths
If i get jollof and you get fried rice,
(a story for my brothers, Evan, Jonathan, Joel, Joshua)
Come, sit. The floor is cool. Concrete keeps its secrets from the sun, and a boy who lies belly-down on bare cement…
this, that, and the other thing.
an ode to friendship and the human experience
we did not come because it was easy (we came with more questions than luggage, each of us carrying our separate weathers…)
love in human form
(for mummy)
if you want to know what love is, do not trouble the poets. they are guessing. come and sit with me a while…
the sound his back made
(for daddy)
they say the drum does not know the name of the hand that beats it. but the son knows. the son always knows…
the year the factory stopped
(2022)
they say when death comes for a man he hears footsteps. mine came with wings…
