AJOKE By Bada Yusuf Amoo

Written by Editor

I am lying on your nostalgia
My house is a decayed house
Where mosquitoes hover thus
With sounds touching like comose
The night squats on my window
Spawn by the estaminet of poverty
To teach me the tales of you absent

I know you can never be present
The conflict of conscience we bear
Patched and peeled on faith
Like blister of blood
The only thing I hate of this night
Are it greedy companions
Who take my blood as meal
And my remain will be poetry

If you decide to visit my home
I mean if you heart see me worthy
And you decide to visit my home
You may not meet me
But my remain (poetry) will be there
Just read and return
I am nothing but a poor man

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.