FROM THE ILLUSORY
Yesterday, I slept on Mama’s breasts
And I was prisoner to delusive thoughts
Illusory reality was a prisoner too,
Prisoner of my mind, of my eyes
Yesterday, the night mirage turned
My mind into phantom clouds
And I hid behind the smokescreen,
But stung by a shooting star,
I retreated to the pillow I made
Out of Mama’s delicate breasts
THE ECHOING MICROPHONE
On this morning occasion,
A great feast, our Lord’s celebration
I heard the pulpit talk
And thereafter,
I heard him in a million ways
And laughter sprang up in the air
The seats gave a standing ovation
With their all moving thirty-twos
Was it a trick?
Then, everywhere as still as the sun
As we all cheered
Our talking and echoing microphone
Okuwoga Eyimofe was born and lives in Lagos, Nigeria. He loves visual art and literature. His works have been published in Parousia Magazine, Black Boy Review, Sun Literary Review, Brittle Paper, The Kalahari Review, Conflict Breed, and Sprinng Literary Movement among others. He is a co-editor at BU Gist. He curates a literary blog; Articulate [eyimofeokuwoga.wordpress.com]
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