Poem: The Light Between My Feet By Oluwafemi Babasola
Mother, I sing your lullabies when
the light between my feet goes dim.
They remind me of how you taught me
to walk my first steps in darkness,
Mother, I sing your lullabies when
the light between my feet goes dim.
They remind me of how you taught me
to walk my first steps in darkness,
Then I mentally rehashed my journey and strangely began to feel emptied into the roads like oceans and rivers into estuaries. Absolute peripeteia: I felt consumed and wasted—bits by bits like metal against chisel—to the ravenous appetite of the conquered kilometres,
we lived in a house that belonged to a dead man —
my father’s good friend — who died a virgin.
at his death bed, he asked we moved in to his house.
his sepulchre stood not far from the garden