Dear Omolola
for Omolola,
from Gideon
Your name spells
the beauty that cascades
round your figure,
like fire turned into
oxygen
I breathe you…
the trees will sing your eulogies,
i will fold
serenades from my lips into
you.
Omolola, you are a phosphene
travelling with the stars in the
cosmos; travel with me?
You//I find you, light, in the dark.
Child of wealth,
when clematis teardrops grip your face//
when your body seeks redemption from
a saddened reality, I want to hold you.
Glass
I don’t know how to greet my body
When soliloquies threaten to detonate.
When spirits go amok.
When the breath sings like a requiem.
When bones shatter & I embody a furnace.
When the heart becomes a talking drum.
When we succumb to nature’s tantrums.
When my limbs turn to sacred fossils.
When the eyes become crystals.
When the mind sits as a catalyst between
Life & death.
Oluwafunmilayo Obasa, a non-fiction writer, poet, and photographer is passionate about documenting muffled stories with her art. Writing from Kwara, Abuja, or whichever place she finds herself, her words tend to paint the spontaneity of her imagination, humanity & equality [for all], desires, and emotions, in abstract ways, forging a relationship between society and existence.