Ramblings Of A Madman

My eyes latch onto the image of a kid tugging laboriously at his mother's skirt- the woman, idling herself away from the attention he seeks, desperately for. 

It sends to my mind , in pangs , memories of Taye, the other night under the weeping sky, doodling on Karina with his slightly pink lips, & just like the cashew , I have a full home. Did I tell you Mama came home yesterday from her too-long sleep? She even asked me to keep our meetings from Sumi's ears; and whispered to my hearing that , ‘I'm her big, veined boy'. 

Her mutterings continued with something about death and it's synchronization with the sky, saying… lest I forget, my heart is journeying the icy peaks of Iceland, feet gathering larva from the depths of the Nile. It's a pleasant sight my eyes hasnt gazed upon yet, but like a little child, I'm hungry for the taste of the adventure of the wild.

© Balogun Ayoola Joseph