My heart is a thorn savannah, a dry garden where tough, sparse & short trees look like African men.
It’s an empty forest, a dark forest, with horrific skies, with blue birds. every night, it rains and rains, and black shrubs grow with long hairs on its body.
Potrait of my heart is a desert, a hot land, and therein, there’s a bitter rain, drunken as water. but to the honest beings, it’s a garden with mango fruits, with flowing milk, with singerbirds, and there, every drop of sweat, is a charming rain.
I could remember, when mother gave birth to my thorny heart, people scared, ran away and no one else visited our house again, for i’d chase whoever bad tends to come across my way.
Salim Yakubu Akko, a poet and short story writer. Shortlisted for the 2021 Bill Ward Prize for Emerging Writers.
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