Poetry
Somewhere in Nigeria
CW: war violence
From Kano – to Borno, Katsina to
Maiduguri, Jigawa to Minna. There's
always a bereft mother who holds her faith
so high – awaiting the emergence of her
martyred son, –son whose body has been
buried beneath fumes of war– son
whose brittle fate has been shattered
by blasts at the war front. Say: what else
does a gun (if aimed at a game) do
except to dislodge the soul off its case?
At a church –in Owo– on a wintry Sunday;
at the verge of saying the grace, gunmen
barricaded the Lord's house and buried bullets
of violence into bodies of innocent worshippers.
The truth is: in these previous years, it's been
boko haram & fulani herdsmen' attack. But,
today, we whimper bitterly, –shouldering
our loved ones' bodies out of the temple.