Fiyinfoluwa Olajesu
how i treat praise
stale bread i chew
but never swallow
my wall is painted a coat of many colours.
i sieve the chaff from the wheat. the
heat from cold & hold whatever
remains even if it is only half---
as i sip my darling tea, i glance through
with my eyes. looking but not seeing.
---not observing. rather
i work on what is left in me---turn
my virgin lands to
plantation.
where nations come to fetch
my raw
for production
but never swallow
my wall is painted a coat of many colours.
i sieve the chaff from the wheat. the
heat from cold & hold whatever
remains even if it is only half---
as i sip my darling tea, i glance through
with my eyes. looking but not seeing.
---not observing. rather
i work on what is left in me---turn
my virgin lands to
plantation.
where nations come to fetch
my raw
for production