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Crossroads

At this lightless junction – the alley of my mind
empathizing with the dark night streets of my village.
Many arrows flood my heart like pressured water
from fire hydrant. My eyes vomiting
all the water it drank since I was born.

Light.
Survival.
God.
Unknown.
Fear.
Escape.

Where do I turn to?
No folded map, no glass compass.
Only a sea frowning, thundering threats.
No ship, no speed boat,
only a broken canoe without paddle.

Which way is best out of Armageddon?
Up? – a night cloud mourning the moon.
Sideways? – a party of pythons, lions & vultures.

Old habits – my mother’s
unforced ritual; kneeling,
arms kissing with upward tip,
flashed on me like an angelic visit:
I buried a prayer in the tide of my breath
to God, or to my shadow.
(head-bent, worn-out monochrome
portrait drawn on the wall):
I need light/way/rest/survival/bailout.





Olaewe David Opeyemi is a Nigerian medical doctor and writer. He interrogates his life experiences through writing which he also sees as a veritable instrument for personal and social metamorphosis. His works have been published by Trouvaille Review, Parousia, Eboquills, BPPC, Selcouth Station, CLH and elsewhere. He’s winner of Dawn of Splendour Poetry contest (Nov. 2019) and Shuzia creative writing contest (Dec.2019). He writes from Birnin Kebbi, Northern Nigeria. He is active on Facebook @olaewedavidopeyemi and on Instagram @opeolaewe.

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