Out of This Place
The smell of deep green water in gutters and decaying debris beside.
Cloths on lines in homes without gates or fences.
Women sitting at the balcony gossiping,
Thin children tied to their backs.
Drivers cleaning their Micra before daybreak wearing a befitting pride.
Women and children fighting to fetch at the borehole.
Little boys running the street half naked with patches on faded shorts,
Speaking the language of the street,
Girls with disheveled brown hair, bony body and pale black skin.
Children with a sense of independence we cannot explain.
And at night the aroma of Akara and MoiMoi.
Of cigarette and weed.
Of liquor and sex.
Of all that the nose can smell.
Loud music, swear words, giggle of children, crying babies,
Laughter of adults telling dry jokes to forget life,
Of lame annoying fights.
Sounds and all the ear can take in.
Yes, it saps out life.
Closing your eyes and ears when walking.
But this part of you sees it all.
The part that holds the pen.
And out of this place a boy, a girl will be heard by the world,
Ones who grew out of a rustic world into a world so different.
Damilola Omotoyinbo is a creative writer who believes in the power of pen and the positive difference it can make in our world. She writes from Ibadan, Nigerian. She studied Biochemistry. Her work has been published at Kalahari Review, Pelleura, Tell and Parousia Magazine. You can read more of her writing @ https://damilolaomotoyinbo.wordpress.com/ or Facebook name: Damilola Omotoyinbo.