Image by Biljana Jovanovic from Pixabay


The lizards in this town
Look like old men dried out from the sun
Their heads nod the way their wives’ heads shook
From the grief of being widowed
By the hawks from the east
Those creatures made of talons
That never let go
Even when bodies fell out of their dried out skins

With each evening that came
The women would troop over the bodies
Of faces they couldn’t recognise
Hugging baskets of grey earth to their sides.
They would rub the dull red flesh of their husbands
With earth that glowed like the moon in a cemetery
The grooves where the talons had been
Would crisscross the earth on their bodies
And harden in the sun to look like scales

For every toddler that stepped on a cement coloured lizard
He would grieve at the memory
Of a grandfather he had never known
That’s the reason the children in this town
Wear the dried out tails of grey lizards like wristbands
To all of the funerals
Of all of the people
Whose bodies had gotten lost in another land.

Akinmoju Busayo is a person that likes wonder and ideas and exploring them through story-telling and other forms of writing. She lives in Ondo and likes to read, listen to music and such.

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