You Unknotted the Calculus of the World

 

 Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji

 

Axiom i:   where x is the world.

Integrable derivatives – I, you, two mp3 players and Mobutu *

Four of us were shadows of ourselves,

The world breathes in multiples of four.

 

Axiom ii: Our shadows underwent a trance of lost reverie,

Yours and mine  

Because

You mistakenly punched the sun twice

And it un-fattened into two stars,

Then, our shadows walked far away from us,

Well to the fore, Note!

Four of us walked to discover,

We walked alone, away from ourselves

To un-foresee until we saw

Our shadows sick of this unwise

Followership from the crack of dawn.

In its wake, tripped the light fantastic into axiom ii

And thudded twice, twice, Note!

You are brave and kindly!

 

Axiom iii: Avoid Crucifixion at a cost.

Your mp3 player paused itself when boogies couldn’t make us kerfs,

Then is now now,

We will reach out for the sun’s knife,

You will be the one to clutch,

Now, then is then,

You held it in axiom iii that Mobutu snarled,

This knife wills to you sugary-half-burns,

It’s your calculous body of humanitarian service.

 

 

Tired, you were reminiscing through time’s spine

  • a time my cousin’s nice made sweet potato porridge with

Yolk-made stew and injured cheese clad in molten murdered anchovies mixed with …

Out of the blue!  In your pouch,

An android Mp3 player’s screen touched itself,

Played itself, got us unfocused in a way that focused us,

It played

A soul-Asylum’s track – runaway train

And got its sound sway ready to play

Michael Jackson’s – we are the world.

 

It opinioned us that

It was time to crease our sliced selves,

It was in dribs in addition to drabs. We waved ourselves wrinkled

Into the mouth of a waifish orphan,

Frail with Yellowstone eye,

 

His profile intertwined with advanced level poverty

Unflinchingly written on his forehead,

Scampered while vaulting back to Mongono,

 Nigeria with crutches 

To discover his missing leg, lost.

 

He opened his mouth and we found you,

He opened it further to holler “help”,

Plus we found Mobutu obscuring in his cry,

He opened it in details,

I’m lost,

Unfound sliding down in his throat,

Only you was

Sitting on his tongue, yapping.

You wore skin-made dark masks

With a bad buzz sore and a small slice of sorrow sewn sedulously

For lack of battle,

For we were three darker hound’s-tooth motifs,

Un-bedazzled.

 

Then, the you outside heard

The song skipping in axiom iii

Chanting through a phone’s mishap,

The second song sang a sign of

You unknotting the integral calculus of the world,

I’m brought into being!!

The world chanted you, us –

Suited up with a waif’s mouth,

A frail, petite waif yet to eat today,

Help!

The sun is here to launch a revenge for your punch

With a gun,

But she saw you feeding him,

The sun stays as a star.

You feed him – you’ve fed yourself.

You saved the world inside a waif.

You unknotted the calculus of the world.

You weaved axiom four. Where y is you,

= humanitarian services.

 

*Mobutu: any other person that doesn’t want to be me or you.

 

 

 Awogbemila Temitope Ayodeji is a mathematical statistician, blogger, poet, and writer. He is working on his chapbook entitled “The wooden teenager” and an anthology with a title not yet unrevealed. He loves telling people about God and how the intricacy and nonrandomness  of creation prove his existence. He loves the Serengeti, Kalahari, data analysis, Mathematics, and tortoise tales. His poems and articles have been published on African Writer, Bopiom poetry, Elitesdome poetry, and communicator’s league. He currently lives in Kogi Sate, Nigeria.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s