Before midday this sun now sets
This book now reads itself
My sister now wishes I were
Her father.

This thing has led me away
Brazen-faced clasp
By-and-by, crawling
To the nights
An adjuration to sleep
     with a blanket in case
The clouds burst.

Vicious voices
Pachydermatous palms
Distressed drums
Wasted waists
Innocuous initiation.

Author: ifeadedeji

I am a graduate student in African Studies at the Center for International Studies, Ohio University where I work as a research assistant and Editor of Africa@OHIO Blog. I hold a bachelors in political science, and use this space as a container of my thoughts.

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