By Wale Ope
On some days,
give me heaven; give me the chance
to refold myself into the body
of that teenage boy
Adulthood is a fault line that pains.
On some days, put me on a replay
that my wishes become reality; to make
sand castles in this suit and tie,
to hop after grasshoppers on grass lawns,
to wear over size slippers that fall me
till my body falls in love with sand grains.
On some days, allow me to lose my sanity
till I drown myself in the joy growing up
let me lose my mind like those
milk teeth we lost on the grass field
Sorry! We couldn’t give them
a befitting grave on father’s roof
with seven pieces of stone; their company
still waiting to die and be in heaven.
On some days, give me breaks
that let me break away into sweet old days
who died with our innocence that
always stay green like grasses from
On some days, kill me,
let me die remembering
that cheese balls are delicious meals,
that biscuits, lollipops, toy cars,
teddy bears are sweetness
of heaven’s peak.
On some days, give me the chance
to cry with running nose, rainy tears
without me trying to hold back;
trying to be adult
while my heart burns like
wildfire on a mountain.