Mafikuyomi
by
Adegoke Adeola
So, Nigeria died on the skin of a boy
Everyone mourned and moved on
Beside cussing sight of a convoy,
a child knows this country burns
Eda mafikuyomi, we dey gather go!
Ajagbe milked his body into languages
and Yoruba is the death of his parents,
They have rights to plant images
only to harvest wicked herders’ intents
Person wey fit come fit go
Bala is a street of forgotten memories
Audu is a casket full of war tears
and whatever name we spell here
is written in caps ‘FORLORN’ ‘MEMORIES’
Eda mafikuyomi, we dey gather go!
If you listen to the news now and then
Nnamdi is a citizen of many countries
and to BIAFRAN is to run for centuries
Peace shall come when Osage plays by 10
Note
Eda mafikuyomi—Do not make mockery of my death
Adegoke Adeola is a writer, political analyst, editor and spoken word activist from Nigeria. He writes about
humanity, death, life and what it means to live. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine, and others. His timely poem on suicide recently made the honor roll in EOPP. 2019–2020 Kind Writers Contest Notable Recognition