What is misplaced after transcribing father By Nnadi Samuel

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Two years after mother was dwarfed into what her maternal home rejected
laughter became another profanity we dare not hang in our parlor
somewhere, in a lone kitchen that wasn’t ours
my elder brother claws her cold sarcophagus, looking for another place to urinate his tribal marks on

somewhere in his study room, my father dreads away the luck of our last born hair.. into stranded fluffs, hosed beneath the dampness of our air conditioner
a little of her flinch yelled at his drenched eyes to notice the root of her dry skull needed a retouch
yet he firmly grips the tip, staining pints of his fears there

there are things we do not wish to see in a widower’s tears
& for a man to turn grey in sunlight yellow at twilight
i once peeped a place he did not let even his footprint in & met my father in person
he was a piece of sign language transcribed into what still deafens mother & her obscene thoughts

my scampered curiosity misplaced a portion of him where our visitors still cleans their feet
a kind one picked it up & placed him in between the index of my previous journal
I remember the last time i referenced him in my project topic
things fell apart, & the colors of my diploma did not remain the same

last night, i killed my complexion
& scurried to watch how my shivering shadow canopied what was bereaved in my siblings faces, the following mourning…

Nnadi Samuel

I am Nnadi Samuel. A student of the University of Benin, studying English & Literature. Have works previously published in Ace world magazine & a few others. If I’m not writing, you catch me reading out memes on facebook @ Samuel Samba.

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