A Burnt Note In Tanzania Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The dunes are instinct
Lamps slain in miserable night
The earth stumped on, shivers thro
Telling, the witch burners here almost

On leach to ruin they set heels
A brother charring sister,
And to ashes, sons twirl mothers
All a guilt, the redness of sclera

The odor of fuel hut round
And scream of ablaze impressed
They bring Gods judgment upon
Upon me, inheritor of sorcery

A son calls to me
The reason his impotence
And other tarry along
Reason his idleness

But my red sclera came
Suffering to bring them life
And his impotence- ‘cos be virgin
The idle, I refused him ritual

In unison the flame is roofed
I in blanket lain cold
Scribbling words you read
Panting smoke engulfing soul