Poetry: Salim Yakubu Akko

Someday

i too, someday, would look

in to the eyes of the morning, a boyo

with tearless eyes

someday, the tale

mother tells on the rambled lines

i call my poetry, would fade away

someday, i would dig a hole

as a reminiscence on how i

buried the carcass of my stale

a new man would i become

a changed land, my motherhome

a fearless school boy, hair, combed

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After a Decade

and all pains

had been washed away

from our homes

and we giggled

just because we knew

they were life visitors

they would render to you

a piece of poem, today &

tomorrow, you would not see them again

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My Name

whenever i hear my name

i squeeze my collar

trying to vomit the milk

i sucked from mother's breast

my hands shiver &

cry in pain

whenever i try writing 

my name

i say it loudly

it is not my name

the name mother gave me

does not resemble death

but i am me

fed with wreck 

sister, raped

corruption, my countrymen's cake

***

Bio: Salim Yakubu Akko is a Nigerian poet, a writer and an essayist. He has been published in Trouvaille Review, Impspired Magazine, Arts Lounge, Upwrite Magazine, Scratch Poetry Magazine, Fevers of the Mind Magazine, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, World Voices Magazine, My Woven Poetry, Amulet Poetry Magazine, African Fingers and elsewhere. He is a member of Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation and Gombe Jewel Writers’ Association.

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Setu, April 2022