Poetry

HOME SWEET HOME By Mide Benedict

Written by Editor

We thought these walls
Were for those who could not
Kick their fears on the face
Shame their rears; join the race
Swallow the early morning red eyes
In Ubers or like me, bearing sweat
Down the road.

Till it came, and we became,
Lovers against our hearts
Bedridden against our backs,
Becoming one, homesick,
Not for the love of home,
But for the love of breath.

We became… alive on IG Lives
Laughing solo to mobile trends,
Watching as the world’s belly turns.

Stay at home, the hollow screamed,
But our beings weren’t built
To hide within these walls, we are fighters
And heroes and… then we remember,
The story of a single swipe of the nose
The rubbing of eyes and the biting of nails
And how coughing and coffin sound the same,
Then we smile again like brides in
Their grooms’ warm hands.

“Wow, Home sweet home”.

About the author

Editor

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.