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.
