"How Do We Answer Its Calls?" A Poem By Waliu Olamilekan

They have set ablaze our souls_ On the carriage of opacity. Bodies hitting the floor dangerously_ With passion of intrepidity.

There's always a rhetoric that leaves itself hanging in the unrest wind of uncertainties, one that revolves around life, and on that, the poet has more.

The poem starts with a rhetoric asking"... how do we answer its calls?" as it explores life as an "unfathomable hallucination", one that is unsettled still. And just like it begins, it ends with questions that are significant to tomorrow and what it hopes to enfold.

 How Do We Answer Its Calls?

They have set ablaze our souls_

On the carriage of opacity.

Bodies hitting the floor dangerously_

With passion of intrepidity.

We see life after today_

An unfathomable hallucination

Dancing and dangling in our midbrains_

Like a baby's cradle painted with horrifying tincture.

A paradigm of reclusion

Left with hostilities of life,

Drowned in a streamlet of "Hinge on me, i shall conquer your woes"

But these woes are becoming immortal in our lives.

If tomorrow calls with its gurgling bell_

Clangouring in our pitiful ears steadily.

How do we answer its calls without soaking our clothes in ocean of tears?

How do we tell what life has rendered us is beyond our capacity and it's becoming opacity?

Poet: Waliu Olamilekan