By Bada Yusuf Amoo

The taut globe Yellow Moon

And the White Fluorescent Strike

All along the avenue of sheer-blink

Silence let down its microphone

Into abstract blackberry cave

And made us whispered

What we could crush without thought

Discipline and dedication.


We sat on the mountain ears

To make it deaf and dumb

Caging its mightiness in solitude

Clinging on each other, tight and rolling

On the shoulder of the sunset.

The Yellow Moon,

And the White Fluorescent Strike

Setting us a new path

Of trust and desire; of discipline and dedication

Of time and circumstance; of life and death.


We walk down the dimmed grey evening lane

Till black cloud scarf covered the sky

Sharing those sentiment of love

And uncertainty of posterity

Laughing, pushing and hugging

And pressing of our lips together

That made all flexibility


Our bond,

Remains in the cellar-nature

That its root has no traces of existence.

How did you found me,

Those astonished kisses and embracement?

We saw our hearts dancing

In the crowd of humming festival

And your waist,

The exact weight of my embrace


If anger grows

Vast and slow in hue,

Natural existentialism

Please remember the Yellow Moon

And the White Fluorescent Strike

That bound us at dawn

And if I mention them to you

It is a call of gracious kisses;

Consciousness and understanding

Remember, glories are in those things

Men are yet to know.


About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo