I will be Back after the War by Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan

When the shouts of escape
the ranting of the long mouth
must have deafened the ear
of the opened space.

Filled it with sorrowful sounds
to pull blood out of it.

Running up and down
trees parting ways
feets peeling off its shell
nails chewing the dust.

Fouls fooling the folly foes fanning the fame of fury.

Let them wander on this wonderful land
filled with sleeping skulls
playing round the filed
seeking peaceful journey to the sea
to be seen no more.

Let the water write down
of their effects in the legendary note.

Stained with the color of the future
the moon runs to the cave to seek peace
sun flee backward searching for lost souls.

Mingling in the drops of bullets
basking under the skin of the grass.

When the field must have been dry
rusty skinny guns lost
bloods drank to stupor by soil
then wait a little while

for I will be back someday
when i cease to be called war.

Tears of Blood by Ogunsanya Enitan Olalekan

hear me where ever
you may be,
let your ears be quickened,
fastened tightly
as I beckon to you.

Those tears you shed
the tears of blood
on the day fatherland
accompanied with motherland
surrendered you unwillingly to be
far away to a land unknowingly

The cloth you wore
that night before you left
the scarf with which you tied
on your long braided hair
I saw it laid on the floor at dawn
bathed, soaked, wretched with
those same tears of blood.

You forgot to journey with shoe
the shoe mama Aisha
bought with her stipend money
for you to wear on salah day
never to look frail amidst your
that shoe still lies at the entrance
weeping tears of blood.

tonight I saw mama Aisha
our own lovely mother
lying down on her sick bed
streaming life.
I wept bitterly, unhappily sad
when I took a look at the sand
in our compound
the one we usually sit on at night
taking selfies of the moon with
our smiles.

am damn sure you hear this
cos I had sent the
air you breathe in
a message to be delivered in you
that those tears of blood
still make noise at night

causing us to sleep walk outside
to sleep on the floor you last laid
before you left.

These tears of blood
still make life uneasy.

Aisha- this is the Yoruba name of one of the girls captured by Boko-Haram.