Before I run deep into this hole,
I read stories of fathers that left home without returning
When my body will be beautiful enough to lure artists closer to my breast, When my voice will be fruitful enough
to attract the attention of neighbouring farmers
To write about a city where children find love sketching smiles on wet sheets, where young boys hide under their leaked roofs
Learning to spell their names without mistake;
Then darkness came and refused to go without my legs.
About the Writer:
Okeke Onyedika lives and writes from Ojoto, a hilly town in Nigeria. His works has appeared in Rockvale Review, Deluge Journal, Praxis, African Writer, and elsewhere. Right now he’s an undergraduate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University, Awka.