Written by Abubakar Sadiq Gana

Under the robe of pretence covering my body is a scream, a crave, and a longing for you. There’s a voice that sits in my throat, silently calling out your name. And half of my body carries the intoxicating memories of our love.

I tried to bury your love under my skin, only for it to grow poplars on my bones, stretching it branches out through my skin, leaving a huge scar where flowers are burning. Flowers that once held the fragrance of our love.

Thinking of you, is floating on a roaring sea, taking me away to an island of grief, where old memories and regrets meet. I sit on its cold sands drinking from an old cask filled with the mixture of sorriness and sorrow and sadness and pain extracted from the ashes of our love.

And I’ve come to learn that:

• There are memories that never fades.
• There are wounds that never heal.
• And love that never dies.

I tried finding my way out but found myself in a numb valley, where birds are singing your praises and the wind keeps shouting your name to my ears,

Sophia,

Sophia,

Sophia.

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