THE WORLD AND MANY STORIES

By Oladeji Popoola

The world is on her knees pleading with the virus for ‘life again’

The world is in her sickbed, longing, dreaming and hallucinating.

Isn’t it some days ago the ember of racism

reclaimed its potent flame?

And in the heartbeat of the world, ‘I can’t breathe’ could be heard.

Many stories, stories that grasp the necks

And let one chokes in the hand of the madding world.

Many stories, stories that tell themselves in the face of the wailing world.

Many stories, stories that were buried and dug out of the bellies of the grieving earth.

Many stories, stories whose axes have ripped and ripping the world apart.

The world is on her knees pleading with the virus for ‘life again’

The world is in her sickbed, longing, dreaming and hallucinating.

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