when we were children, there was a man we used to climb, with a labyrinth of thoughts, that we would touch the sky. and, whenever we climb, he would promise taking us to another world—with birds, with trees; a kind where antelopes play a chase game with bats. and another day he would stand near our room, singing the alphabets of our names; with smiles, with delight, & in chorus, we would answer and climb, again. a day, week and a month passed, still waiting for the return of his soft whispers, but he didn't come, again. got tired and asked, “where is the man we used to climb?” and mother said, “you have sent him to become the moon; to the place where only the feet of stars step. and, i have seen in the notes written in his radiant eyes, a numbered tombstones of your dreams”. About the author:
Salim Yakubu Akko is a Nigerian writer, poet and essayist from Gombe state. He has been published on Applied Worldwide, Brittle Paper, The Pine Cone Review, World Voices Magazine and elsewhere. He has been shortlisted for the 2021 Bill Ward Prize for Emerging Writers Akko is a member of Gombe Jewel Writers Association, Creative Club Gombe state University and Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation.
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Bill Tope
24/12/2022 04:00:03 am
I really admire your fluency with works, your eloquence. Your imagery was thoughtful and thought provoking. Thank you for writing this verse.
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Holly Bars
2/3/2023 07:41:00 am
The last few lines of this are breathtaking
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