Sabon Shekara
By Ojo Taiye
I praise once again I praise salt on the window pane I am watching the magpies chatter
the struggle of this winter morning whether or not you are here I remember how to pray
my enunciation unsatisfactory a language corrupted for colonizers their mythology
engrained & engraved in my hybrid skin hardwired into my vocal chord a lover that
wouldn’t let go folded into my shirt pocket cupping my chest beginning to end like a key
seared into my palms how rich the memory when you wake me up too early a child
familiar with duty in a house full of pilgrims maybe this is why we name every tide a
hand the quiet in the middle of everything called “hope” looking back now I could see it
the invisible talisman we hold in our hands as we lift our heads & kowtow call it the joy
of devotion it’s been said sacrifice opens your body into a hollow more than motion &
daily every word feels intentional the sun waning behind you as the children sit against
the threshold holding their slates & like the good child each syllable they write reminds
me of home the same old joy pouring into every heart each time we sip & share your
story a father’s godly pursuit everything we haven’t learnt yet
Ojo Taiye
Ojo Taiye is a young emerging artist who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with society. He also makes use of collage and sample technique. He is the winner of many prestigious awards including the 2021 Hay Writer's Circle Poetry Competition, and the 2021 Cathalbui Poetry Competition, Ireland. His work has appeared in numerous international journals including The Rumpus, Oprelle, Southern Humanities Review, and The Cincinnati Review. He currently lives in Agbor, Nigeria. You can follow Ojo on Twitter: ojo_poems or Instagram: ojo_poems