Sublime
(After The Massacre)
written by: Amina Akinola
@Akinola51
When I came back
Some shadowed things were moving in the land, & “my body became an apparel of honour.”
The sun shone bright;
There were living voices for Fre[e] Dom
There were tunes gladdened with soft rhythms through the moons of never /failing Saturdays.
There were no wet reds and moist soil
There were dreams of thriving children
There were nights made for love
More than hope ___ certainly
More than goodness ___it was love
It was love giving away the fury of our feet.
Amina Akinola
Akinola Amina is a poet and an advocate for mental health. She's a girl child activist and a lover of art. Her poems are up on the Shallow Tales Review, Kalaharireviews, Ngigareviews, Woven Poetry, Shamsrumi and others. Her poem was shortlisted for the Arise Africa writers contest 2020 anthology and she featured in the Writers Hub Anthology of Independence 2020. She writes from Lagos, Nigeria.
