Poetry

BLACKNESS By Bada Yusuf Amoo

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

 

For Zainab Ajibade

 

Your blackness reclines against the light

fledges with smartness of dawn of time

like the shimmering water on a broken rock.

 

Within the regular arc of grace this moment still

like a mountain lake – blue of all shades and shadowy

green and purple, then red and roses and life.

 

This new age on the terrace of time is a perspective

of thought on yesterday, today and tomorrow

when we shall be drowned to a point of infinity.

 

You need to be conscious of the weight of time and decision;

kick off fiercely those hours of pessimism and be gentle

with optimism but balance problem inhibitor maths.

 

Be active. Life surely is not as good as God,

your name – Zainab, a metaphor for piety sliding

over the realm of Arab and calmness; beauty and love.

 

I love those steps on your rhythm and I see the vision

on your brow like a winner’s mirror that you can maintain

if we tie our heart to those things that matter.

 

We may not be the Gods of our destiny but we are

master of what we become in life. I celebrate you as you’re

pegged somewhere on the other side of consciousness.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo