To begin with, I was a filthy water arranged together by God he distilled the filth and made a pure soul out of me, he skinked me like wine into the abdomen of a strange woman God inserted my name in the memory of birds / they whisper all around about my coming like a Messiah foretold by a prophet he made my name the topic of concern in the mind of my mother The sun smiled The joys were glaringly visible flowers sprouted in beauty as I became delivered, my mother's face rekindled into a smile, she held me like truth I became the pressing thought of my father like a cresent, I started growing into full moon light began to show brightly in my body as I sought answers to the purpose of my creation Life began to unfold like scraping off the cloth of onion how my father's body was all smelly of grief and death struggled into his lungs first as a cough, second as ache in tooth I am still here in this room, alone thinking about what will unveil next, about my life like a blank page
ARIYO AHMAD is a Nigerian poet who hails from Ogun state. He has poems published and forthcoming in Kalahari Review, Iman collective, Native skin lit Mag, Rigorous, Ngiga review, Ninsha Art, African Writers Magazine, Words and Whispers journals, Nymphs Magazine, amongst others.
He was an honorable mention in the Fitrah review contest (2021) and also the Poetry editor for fieryscribereview. When he is not writing, he finds himself relishing Khalil Gibran’s poem and tweets @ahmad_akanni