While Journeying

Photo: Alexis Antonio

warm lagos night

rainbow sprawled across the sky

i travel down the depth of life

the honks of vehicles play like staccato bursts of fireworks during christmas.

a siren roars briskly, enveloping the noise of the whole world into the dead

an ambulance parks beside a stream of blood. there is no more pulse, said the paramedic

june has taken another soul to prepare for july's moonbeam.

i charge more into life at a breakneck pace

i realise that the ground is an archive of dead bodies, the moon is their spirit shining and rainbow is the new colour of their blood.

About the Author

Paul Chuks is a Nigerian poet, writer and songwriter studying philosophy at the University of Benin, Nigeria. He recently appeared on Kalahari review. When he is not reading or writing (songs), he spends time criticising hip-hop.