the only way to live is to naked your mind
grief does not stay in an empty body. this is
what i told a boy who stretched his heart
to the skies. who measured the quantity of
his hope in a silent water. when i first met
him, his body was an opposite of what it
should be, so if you ask him the meaning
of solace – he would dig a grave and remove
a brick, he would feel the breeze and place
his head on it, like a pillow;
“this is where solace lives” he would say.
but how do you preach to a hungry man
if your right hand does not smell vegetables.
so i gave him a toast and embraced his demon,
there is only one way to kill fire – water. you continue
drenching till it gets weary. i told him more
than a million times to convert his worries
into papers and throw it inside a wild fire.
Wale Olaogun
