Ninety-nine teardrops plus a smile; my eyes and my heart never once agreed.
My eyes say my heartbeat disturbs them,
my heart complains about my ceaseless eye winks but-
I speak of pandemonium that whirls in me.

I do not even know if the sun rises from the North and
sets in the South or
rises in my home and sets in me to burn me to ashes but-
I know that still, rain falls from above downward to the earth
whenever I offer myself
as a sacrifice and let the
smoke rise from the earth, reach for the sky
and choke Obatala with its aroma.

And yet. . .
I go to Mecca
with my fragmented soul
to round Kaaba. . .
throw stones
at unhappiness. . .
stones. . .
of hope
at Satan. . .

But Lucifer will laugh and laugh
at me with her hand
erected beneath her jaw.
She will raise her other hand above her head
catch my stones
one by one and breathe out winds that shake my head off my body.
And now. . .

I grab an egg on my right hand,
a palm-nut on the left
and walk back from Iseyin to Ekiti; pant the praises of Eledua ninety-nine
plus a teardrop.
Hoping my eyes and my heart
would for once smile,
for once take a walk together and agree
either to follow the route with some clay soil or the one with ochre.



Bayowa Ayomide Micheal is a poet, an actor, playwright and a young director. He goes by the name “Ayomi”. He studies Theatre arts in the University of Ibadan. His poem “The Flood” was shortlisted for the 2017
Christopher Okigbo Inter-university Poetry Prize.

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