Watching Fire Engulf His Bride | a poem by Oluwafemi Babasola

A spark, little as
a glowworm snowballs
into Sodom’s hailstones

History books engraved
with blood is revised with
citizens’ fresh blood

Until now
no one ever saw man
become sacrificial lambs for cattle

What juju transforms a herder’s
staff into a riffle?

How did we get here?
Where we hide behind cattle
& drain out blood of locals?

Blades meant for abattoir
slit through throats and bellies of locals

The cries of the carcass
beneath funeral wreaths
The tears of walking spirits
drench blood drunk earth

I know a country
where they tell stories of numbers
Channels & Sahara tell stories of N13 billion
in Ikoyi, a heavy storm transports $90 billion
to a minister’s home, N72 million floats free in
no man’s sea

The tides of time changes the course of a river
The new number stories take the form of a dirge
herdsmen kill 73 in Benue
herdsmen burn 11 in Nasarawa
cultists slit 24 in Rivers

The number grows
The dirge rises
The leader takes stock

A man watches fire take his
harvest ready sorghum field for a bride

Who doesn’t know fire’s intercourse
with vegetation gives birth to ashes and
ruins of years to come?

———-

Oluwafemi Babasola is a poet and writer. He loves writing passionately as it is a tool he likes using to express himself. He writes motivational pieces, sports analyses, fitness tips and thought-provoking articles. Oluwafemi is a graduate of Agricultural Economics and Extension from Osun State University, Osogbo.

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