Written by Akinlabi Ololade
on the street of oblivion
everyone carries coffin and head to their graves.
by the roadside, an aged woman sings dirge,
something like my mother’s departing words,
son my life is over but yours has just begun.
i swear, a grain of grief is heavier than the soul.
still, i fight a war never prepared for.
i paste rhythm of hopes on broken walls,
this way, i try recarving my dreams.
there is no secret to winning the war of memories.
some scars are meant to stay. they’re meant to grow
into nameless cities. they are meant to crush you into night.
i cannot tell the tales that leads me here.
everything just happened. my mother just died.
& now blemish grows in between my memoir.