Again, Again
I am seeing sights again Those strange legs mamma said I must not see
If I see them, I will not get married
I am hearing voices again Those wild whispers baba said I must not hear
If I hear them, I will run mad
I am eating at the market square again Those soups grandmother said I must not eat in my dreams
If I eat them, I will become barren
Again, again my head is spinning Full of dreams my villagers said were abominations
I pray my dreams rescue me
Titilayo Adeoye writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. Bits of her creative gem have appeared or are forthcoming on African Writer, Kalahari Reviews, Avocet Journal #204, thesparklewritershub.com, Bakwa Magazine, Sabinews, Praxis Magazine and elsewhere. She edits for Kraft Books, Ibadan, Nigeria. You can follow her on instagram @adeoyepelumi.
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