Half A Life

I tasted the flaccid only to remember how good the hard felt

Flaccid was  like acid , it burnt me , it was never good for me

I remembered sitting on something firm

I was grounded , I was whole

Going back to those hot sweaty nights

Falling asleep to humming mosquitoes

The broken silence of long nights

Yet two souls became one , our never ending story

We hurt each other

We suffer for our own lack of forgiveness

But we have suffered enough

My African Mandingo warrior

Oceans apart

And now, I have learnt to live half a life

Flower in a jungle of unworthy eyes

I blossomed but it was flawed with oblivious intent

I curled up once again, hiding behind the green leaves giving me shelter

I await the day he will swim the Atlantic, soar the skies and ride the black stallion

To reclaim me once more

Till then , I shall live half a life

Knife in my heart

Wife

Studs on my fingers

Life

Crown on my head

The fruits of my womb

Our bond

Returned to us

Our crown

But till then

Half a life

 

Copyright Nina Fabunmi 2017

Embracing Seasons

Open Invitation by Nina Fabunmi 2009

Wool was warm in the winter but in the spring it melted to a sweaty pulp

And then it melted all off of me

The sun came and I embraced my nudity

But then came the winter again and I yearned for the warm softness of my woolen yarns

I got on a sail boat with a captain to steer the wheels

Many moons hath passed and we are still sailing in circles

With no destination in sight and now I have gone weary

Saved by a tsunami of emotions

Our sail boat hath sank to the bottom of the deep blue yonder

Rescued by my own mindless fantasies , I have become a mermaid

I am swimming free in an ocean filled with sharks

Singing like a siren that I may lure the unlikely

I have swam through muddy waters

To reach the clear blue continental shelves

One day I will have legs again

And I will walk out of these depths

They didn’t drown me but made me stronger

I will walk on new soil

And make new footprints

Branches will bend to give me shade

Flowers will bloom to the glory of my presence

And once more I will be ready to embrace another season

Embracing seasons……

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2017

 

 

 

 

The Foolishness Of Love

When I think about you

I remember the foolishness of love

I build walls and you build bridges

You tear down my walls and you find me

I lock the doors and you come in through the window

I walk away and you run right after me

I can’t live with you and yet I can’t live without you

Like flesh on bones and skin on flesh

We have become inseparable

I have tried to set you free like a bird that needs to fly

But you always fly right back to me

I am writing poetry again because you have given me back my voice

I shut my eyes and still I see you

When I sleep, I dream about you

We kiss, we make – up and then we are at it again

Wallowing in our own foolishness

The foolishness of love

 

Copyright  Nina Fabunmi 2016

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Wasted Years

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I would brood over my wasted years

And all in vain I would cry these tears

But the years have wasted not but yet

And I intend not to wait till death

For I have desires, passions and yearnings

For which I intend to make my life’s earnings

That I should suffer for the loss of my worth

And one day find myself a rot

But that, Oh! Lord, I shallest not

But to seek the things I have sought in thought

To pursue my dreams and in all its realms

Even in religion, to recite my psalms

A day is passed yesterday, today and another tomorrow

Swiftly it slips by, slides away, but yet shall find me not in sorrow

For I intend to conquer all my fears

And take a firm grasp on all my years

Less I find myself in tears

Brooding over my wasted years

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Despicable

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Weeds growing under the high buttresses of dense trees

But they are just weeds

They need to be cut down, plucked out, discarded of

So that the trees can breathe easy

Trash!!!!

Belongs in the garbage can

I picked it up, dusted it out and tried to recycle it

Over and over again

I put fragrances on it to hide its foul smell

But it was too intense to be disguised

Eventually, I had to put it right back in the garbage where it belonged

I thought about making a sacrificial basket to Yemaya

To drown the foolishness deep under the ocean

But I didn’t want the fish to perish

That’s how despicable

Couldn’t turn paper into plastic

Couldn’t scrub the stripes off the Zebra

Optimism hath become a synonym for idiocy

The weeds

I had to cut them down

That I may breathe easy

And like the tall thick trees with high buttresses

That I may grow easy

To the heights that nature hath intended for me

Embracing the sun, moon and sky

Flourishing in the new freedom that is me

Less I become a part of that which I find utterly despicable

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com