Somewhere in Nigeria: in Lokoja, Lagos,
Somewhere in Abia, Adamawa, Anambra,
some houses have become dams.
People have become Hagfish.
Roads have turned to rivers.
Cyborgs are yet to learn how to
become fish & swim. Somewhere
in Kwara, water has –once again–
blew another bright flame of
some families into oblivion.

Somewhere, a boy was seeking a cup of water. He was given an ocean.
Question:-
what is the gravity of the boy &
the cup, in the tides of the ocean?
Answer:-
The boy's weight:- {7kg}
The cup's weight:- {0.2kg}
A goddess tree:- {1000kg}
A log of tree:- {50kg}
Weight of the boy & the cup:- {7.2kg}
The truth is, rainfall once turned a goddess
tree to logs, & an ocean streamed them.
Therefore, the gravity of the boy & the cup
in the tides of the ocean is the weight of
a paper in the arms of the wind— {}.

Here, we're birds with wings;
we only know to fly, not to develop gills,
not to become fish, not to swim. &
Rainfalls are protesting;
They're aiming the throats of houses &
Deforestation is disfiguring the land—
Land is becoming a tissue paper.
The climate change is teaching cyborgs
how to shutdown— float! float! float!
I wonder how much flowers our minds
have collected to stream them with?
How much more will we collect?
How much longer will we be the collectors?.

© 2024 AbdulBasit Oluwanishola