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lagos & how i saw it when i was a child
for benson & his sistered self
the after-life is so atlantic. it is either part beijing, or part asmara; yellow buses breaking into dialects. you can see & hear a brother screaming your name if you pick up the fragments & use as a mirror your past to see what other image or color you are made from, because the future has no end, it’s the horizon someone
keeps in the eyes of another. old & long bridges with people & houses under them, so they do not collapse on their own country. say hello to the economy: a cloudy place where the dead go,
& my father leaning on a fuel tanker parked by a public building smokes his father’s cigarette so close to him, almost
invisible, that I do not know which one is the ghost of the other.
Oburumu is a graduate of philosophy from the University of Benin, Nigeria. His works have appeared in Bluepep- per, Connotation Press, and Turnpike.
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