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This House is Not for Sale

By Oni Tomiwa

I asked if this lebensraum of furtive

memory could house my body//they said

no//that they can not withstand//my

mother’s wrath//that I am a conch//only

meant to kiss the salty sea at sunset.

 

they said in contorted clamours that every

sad face//is sculpted from the same sorry

clay.//I said no//that our demons are

composite of different debris//that

happiness is a place//and some people are

homeless//like birds//when trees are felled.

 

then they asked for an exchange//of my

body//for a droplet of nirvana.//I said no//

that we all become water at the journey’s end//

at sunset//and this house is not for sale.

 

Oni Tomiwa is a lover of poetry. A lover of every form of art and an amateur nature photographer. He resides and writes in Osogbo, Osun State. His poems and essays have appeared in both prints and journals. He also loves football.

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