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The Gods Are a Noose on Our Necks | Aishat Yahkub

The Gods Are a Noose on Our Necks | Aishat Yahkub

Aishat Yahkub | The Gods Are A Noose On Our Necks | Agbowo African Art


ISSUE 7 | JULY 2023 | TRANSITION ISSUE


The will of the gods must not be disputed

Is the poison we kiss into each other’s throats

As we eagerly blindfold one another from the sensual

Tender slaughter of our sisters

We sift for the gods’ mercy in the waterfall of blood and tears that baptize our skies

The gods are puppets

In the servitude of the wretched

The defiled corpses of our children make love with virgin rivers,

Wash up on foreign lands where their souls still wander

Their screams are buried curses waiting 

We carve out scars on our abused flesh

A desperate attempt to claw out a redemption from our weakened bones

A lamentation, a prayer

We drink the sun of the damned,

Summoning a cleansing that only

Burning will suffice.


Aishat Yahkub | Agbowo African Art

Aishat Yahkub

Aishat Yahkub is a Nigerian writer, poet, bookworm and environmentalist. She loves crafting stories that evoke emotions through her cast of outcasts and misfits, and delights in the macabre, bizarre and weird. She has her first published poem, “Children of the wind” on Brittle paper.

She studies medicine at the Abubakar Tafawa Balewa University, Bauchi, and hails from Kwara state, Nigeria.

Instagram: @aishatyahkub

Twitter: @AishatYahkub

Photo by Alessandro Russo on Unsplash

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