it begins with herdsmen asking for our farms, fields
& our fathers’ graves, green with the milk of meat. this night, I toss
my blankets, wake the wives before they arrive and run.
to keep running is a lineage’s first prayer & blood must answer, it must not look back at the howling of the animal, it must be blood of Lot, it must not salt. it must be lost in its running, the battle cry must sound always, behind.
Chiedozie Kelechi Danjuma
Chiedozie Kelechi Danjuma is an essayist, poet and lawyer currently residing in Yola. His poems have appeared on Kalahari Review, Boom, Praxis Magazine. He has a forthcoming chapbook titled ‘if i could write in water’
He tweets at: kelechi_dozie