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OJO TAIYE

 

 

tOjo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a tool to hide his frustration with society. His poems and essays have appeared in the Kalahari Review, Brittle Paper, Glass Journal, Tuck magazine, Lunaris Review, Elsewhere Magazine, Eunoia Review, Lit Mag, Juke, Praxis Magazine and elsewhere. He teaches Tourism in Agbor, Delta Sate.

 

 

 

 

the silent nooses in a sinking boat

 

 

my uncle spoke in tongues before he died

in a church leaning on the east of the Niger

 

contrary to what we were told    there are so

many names for God   if they rhyme with

 

the colour of blood you are saying them wrong

i know stories that begin with the gun on the wall

 

i am saying every first chapter already comes

anchored by bullets fired after an SUV

 

opens its black wings & pours out turban boys

into a bright and breezy Friday afternoon

 

until a mosque is filled with ghosts like a song

with a beat that lingers on the mouth of a cliff

 

but refuses to drop until everyone inside is dead

not everyone is a body of water    the sky turns

 

red with the promise of darkness to follow

& a girl stands in a field of graves

 

i stare into the sky until it takes the shape

of my mother’s smile    i know best the city that runs

 

unsoiled into the dazzling echoes of leaves bright enough

to drown a funeral    there will always be violence

 

& the dark spaces it leaves        when the morning comes...

some blackness just lingers & never grows back

 

into anything the sky finds forgivable

 

 

©2018 Ojo Taiye

 

 

Author Links

 

Three poems published in Argot

Taiye's poem in Glass Poetry

"Ask me about Love" published in Litmag

 

 

 

 

 

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