I’d befriended the sun before I met you, It betrayed me by hiding it’s head – inward its shell, leaving me to the sourness of
Author: Fadairo Tesleem
After today buried its lightness in the scary darkness of this night/ the only surviving source of light I had was *baba agba’s* white garment.
TW: mentions of death and sex I entered a neighborhood graveyard & dig out frames & epitaphs of its inhabitants with a heart of questioning.
TW: mentions of death The last time i attended the funeral of a young lad, whose age’s same as mine. I couldn’t in his grave