My beloved house has treated me thus
It has led me on the back of the wheels
Ocean from my eyes
Farewell, I bid.
...
Who is the slave?
Me, or this metallic monster?
That drains my emotion
And compassion!
...
Mathew B Oyedele is an artist and art historian who explores his rich cultural background for artistic inspiration. In 2014, his works of art were published in Nigerian dailies. He however began his writing career in 2015 and has been pushing conventional boundaries with articulate and expressive articles. He has published in the Punch newspaper, Timeless Magazine, Ynaija.com, Olisa.tv and currently publishes on artsdiscourse.blogspot.com.)
No Home
My beloved house has treated me thus
It has led me on the back of the wheels
Ocean from my eyes
Farewell, I bid.
They exist in my head
The slaughtering, killing,
butchering,
Murder.
Heads assembled on the mattress
Wrappers, west
Scarfs, east
Breast, dangled.
Ahead is a lion
Behind is a crocodile
Where do I go?
Where do I stay?
There is no home
Just a space to occupy
For today I exist
Tomorrow I know not.