I am not your mother, oh country
but I’ll wash you clean. Bring me the bath water and soap, I’ll have to wash you off my skin off my tongue off my marrows, till you transform into a scum-flow I’ll trap in a bath bowl, un-forgetting to spill the water and the baby into a memory of dross. I am not your mother, oh country. I. am. not. your. mother. I can’t hold you to my bosom daily while you drill daggers at every inch of my thorax.
Shedrack Opeyemi Akanbi is a Nigerian, believer, and dreamer. He is currently reading for a B.A in History and International Studies at the University of Ilorin. His writings have appeared on Praxis Magazine, Kalahari Review, The African Writers, The Lagos Review, EroGospel, and elsewhere.