Poetry

WHAT SHALL WE TELL THEM OF OUR DAYS By Midé Benedict Adewumi

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

If at the bowels of a fallen dusk

Fetched from the washing of dead sweats

Off the body of a derailing day

Time sends us back to fish in the river

Of questions and bring answers

For our children to devour:

What shall we tell them of our days?

 

Shall we tell them

The tales of how we failed

To hold our tongues from drinking

When our stomachs did burst?

Of how we harvested the tuber,

Of how we ate the seedling

Of how we drizzled on the soil

Deadly crude and left on it deadly fluid.

Or of how we plucked our eyes

And set out on a journey to paradise,

With old walking sticks,

Guiding the way

To a new testament

That was never in the old?

Shall we tell them that

Some sick saddened notes bought our souls,

And our tamed tongues found its way

Into the sacred silencing can of recycled tricksters?

Shall we tell them of these foolish things

Things we still do?

 

If you know, let me know

What we will tell them?

Let me know,

What we will say to them

When they crack our names

On their bitter lips

As we appear before them

With unclenched lips?

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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