A NAP IN NOVEMBER

Seun Osho

March 8, 2020

In the humid warmth,

the smells of the city

are carried by airless breeze

all was still, concrete and trees

Under sunny skies

In sweat damp skin,

tears ran down my face

Yawn, dawg downward face

Seductively, the heat lured me to elope

A losing battle affirmed,

yawn after yawn,

heat caressed my chin as a breeze

Come hither,

She beckoned me to the edge,

A spirit? A woman? My mind?

It didn’t matter, it was cerebral utopia

I feel a nudge, but stay in sleep

I feel myself fall suddenly, gently

Sounds of a failed government fade

The mosquitoes’ lullabies grow distant

Lull...

Landing softly in an abyss; Alas a light breeze whispered “Welcome to Lagos,

It’s your first day here?”. As though life was a terra culture production, and this was the first scene closing

Seun Osho is a writer and creative entrepreneur from Abuja, Nigeria. He is a writer, majorly of poetry and short stories, a stylist, freelance editor and the creative director of both his fashion brand and another online lifestyle project called Underbridge. Seun has recently moved to Lagos seeking new challenges and a change of scenery from his home city, Abuja.

You can find some of his writings here; Theparakeetshow, Underbridge.

Personal blogs on Wordpress and Medium. He's on Twitter and Instagram @theseunosho

Seun Osho