Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju writes
i know how it feels
when it is all misty
and the dream is crooked...
i know the darkness
too dark to be written into light quills
or the cravings of empty spaces...
i know the stings
when the bones become venom...
when the blood grow into snakes
i know the fruitlessness
the barrenness of knocks on the grounds
when the opening is not the doors
or the pits you still fall into
and there is no one to help...
i know the miracle that comes with
and the smiles when the dream is straight...
and i know losing everything
and not getting back
when a spoilt banana is taken as ripened
when a folly is not tethered
when a man begins to build a ladder of babel
for the attention of gods...
Building the Tower of Babel [from Egerton Genesis Picture Book, ca, 1360]