By Ajani Samuel
A thousand legs gathered at Wale’s door
Over it are yells and shrieks of profanity on a
Man who built a boxing ring on the lips and cheeks of his lover.
A girl’s glamour knotted behind the ancient
Lock of a mephitic love tale.
“How can you do that to her”
“You are a very bad man” —
A thousand curse is a redemption for
A trodden beauty.
I stood afar sprinkling a holy water on
My note as he religiously unfurled his
Theatrics, for every curse he
Said “nah devil’s work”
If devil was a man, he would have his body
Tatted of lies alien to his name.
But sometimes love is a synonym of
Astigmatism and ”nah devil’s work”
Will always be a balm of Gilead for a broken jaw.
Glossary: “Nah devil’s work” is a Pidgin for “It’s the devil’s doing.”
Copyright© 2021 Ajani Samuel
Ajani Samuel Victor is a writer, (performance) poet, author and political enthusiast who hailed from the pace setter state, Nigeria. He is studying Physiology at the University of Lagos. He is a Semi-finalist at the 2020 Jack Grapes Poetry Prize, writer at the Invincible Quill Magazine, his works are/forthcoming on IQM, FeralLit Journal, Ethelzine, AlphaWrites, MadnessMuse Press, Solvicblog and everywhere else. He is a weird guy who loves everything soccer.