The Metaphor Of How We Metamorphosed Our Home With Prayers

The Metaphor Of How

We Metamorphosed Our Home With Prayers

written by: Abubakar Auwal

this night/ i’m a boy in the midstream// of your voice/ & the metaphor between/ the pebbles & the gag of your teeth// carved in the reptiles of supplications.// i’m sorry. what again?— fire and water are// bodies buried in my voice./ when I first voiced God my longest Du’a/ he was drunk in my ink;/ my hands cupped and held out to his throat.// in deep reconcile; my uncle appeared in hurled images.// I remember mother once said;/ uncle swallowed the whole city/ that rode to the ears of God.// yet uncle is homed between/ the bone-thud of his prayer/ & the flight feathers of death,// somewhere in the shrine of memories/ As-Alull’azeem has been/ the popular prayer chained on the wheels// that sprocket my father’s bicycle to rail.// how I wish my father’s supplication is a country sketched in peace/ how I wish we don’t only mouth breathless prayers/ we breathe our hearts too/ how I wish, I home a cottage in my uncle’s prayer.// but this night I’ve come to see God// with my poetry knocking on his door.

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Abubakar Auwal

Abubakar Auwal, Tpc VIII, NiSWA 001, is a bilingual teen poet, playwright, essayist, movie actor, graphics designer, storyteller and also a spoken word artist born in Minna, Niger State, Nigeria. Abubakar is the Editor in chief at New Voices Magazine, junior editor at Poetry website and proudly a member of Hill-Top Creative Art foundation. He was the winner of Splendor of Dawn poetry and short story competition (February-April edition, 2023) and finalist for the NSYTH Poetry and spoken word recitation.

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