this is what i have gathered to offer everyone who visits me these days—a mural of perpetual grief, a map showing multiple states of sorrow. another palestinian returns home stretched on a berth of grief with a stray bullet crevicing his skull. on the TV, a lady cloaked in rags rakes her son’s ashes into a basket. in a dream, i fall into Golgotha where a thousand tongues of ghosts whose lives were carted away from their still bodies, weep to heaven in holy despair, elieli lama sabacthani. i wake up drowning in a pool of sweat and here, i try to snap off the little devil saying, another boy will eat the dust tomorrow, a father will escape the earth through the thoroughfare of a hangman’s noose & a mother’s Du’a shall be bloodily washed away by dirges once again. i wish to go to bed tonight but i fear it is too petite to hold me together when i break apart like fragile cinder blocks.
Du’a—means prayers in Arabic.
BIO:
Eniola Abdulroqeeb Arówólò is an emerging writer and a student of Mass Communication. He is a social activist who is passionate about inequality, politics, domestic violence, and child rights. His works have appeared or forthcoming on Brittle Paper, Rough Cut Press, Poetry Column ND, Rigorous Magazine, Salamander Ink, Eremite Poetry, Ice Floe Press, Mixed Mag, Ninsha Arts, Arts Lounge, Ngiga Review, Nanty Greens, and African Magazine. He is the August winner of PIN-10 DAY POETRY and has been shortlisted in BPPC June/July Anthology. In his leisure time, he is either writing, reading or binge-watching cartoons.
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