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My Dear Child
My Dear Child
Before you were born—
if you raised your binoculars,
if you could peep
through the keyhole of life
Would you open the door
and walk right through?
Or would you run back
SWEET ORANGES
My phone rang.
“Àlàó?” I said after picking it up.
“Hello, prof,” said the sweet voice on the other side.
It is definitely a woman, I decided. But I don’t know the number. I shouldn’t have picked up the call. But it was too late.
So, I kept quiet.
ANIMAL FARM IN BELGIAN KONGO
Title: ANIMAL FARM IN BELGIAN KONGO
acrylic on canvas, 2020
I’ve been working on this painting for one month.
The journey has been long
on a bumpy road
Visitors from Another Space/Time.
Artist: Moyo Okediji, Painting in the Round Series: Visitors from Another Space/Time.
acrylic on canvas
Dimension: unequal.
Date: 2007
Captive No More (Part II)
Captive No More (Part II)
3.
When they snatched my grandfather
from the breasts of his mother,
he lacked the language
to grasp or describe
what did happen
and was happening to him
.
In those days,
mothers breastfed their infants
for three solid seasons,
some four, some longer.
