Excavations of the First Dynasty
Moyo Okediji
Title: Excavations of the First Dynasty
Medium: acrylic on canvas
date: 2021
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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.
To My Unborn Child
To My Unborn Child Learn to listen Between the lines. Words are nothing but mesmerizing sounds The word “water”Is not wet.
There’s nobody who will see this place and not be afraid
“There’s nobody who will see this place and not be afraid,” the two men on the bike said this morning as they stopped and kept looking at our newest installation at the Àkòdì Òrìṣà.
Bí ìwọ́ bá ṣe rere, ara kì yíò ha yá ọ? I wonder where I got that quote from. Is it a Yoruba proverb?
I wouldn’t be surprised if it was from the Bible.
Where is your book?
Where is your book?
In a lock-down world
in which information production
and dissemination has changed.
I use the books to build a wall
to distance me socially because
The library as we knew it
has become a museum.
Have you heard di news?
Have you heard di news?
Dem say PDP don marry APC.
Na Sunny Ade and Eddy Okonta play for their wedding.
Wot a wonderful gofment!
Life is sweet like bread and butter.
Captive No More (III)
Captive No More (III)
7.
Music is the language of tragedy,
and dance, the vocabulary of trauma.
Silence, the death of feelings,
marks the beginning of madness.
After my great grandmother in vain
yelled the name of her son, Akin,
several times, and got no response,
she stepped outside and scanned
where he was playing,
and yelled his name again,
when she did not see him there
her stomach sank
because down in the pit of her womb
she knew he was gone.
