do not walk where your skinwill be slit open by the semi-automaticrifle, or your presence will be interrogatedbecause of the question mark on your facedo not pace with the sunfor your memories are candles here
do not feel like a circus freakhaunted in tropics of fearfor four hundred yearsspeak when your voice is drownedby the jarring crowdfor you are a spirit [End Page 89]
Salawu Olajide is a researcher at Department of English, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Osun State. His poems and non-fictions have appeared in The Kalahari Review, Saraba Magazine, New Black Magazine, ZODML, Paragrammer Remember anthology, Pride Magazine, Stony Thursday (Limerick City Anthology in Ireland), and Yourcommonwealth.org. He was on 2015 Babishai Niwe Poetry Prize Shortlist. His works are also forthcoming in New Orleans Review. He lives in Ile-Ife Nigeria.