Aborted Dreams

I

When cries

Sprinkled on the feet of tyrants

They were swept away

 

When bones sailed the Atlantic

Dreams drowned

Into the womb of the sea

 

II

Ears are thirsting;

There are neither proverbs

Nor wisdom to sip from

 

Eyes now mother the ocean

Souls temples

Species of depression

 

Hope hung between two teeth;

Life and death

 

III

May our aborted dreams

Decay into dust

So fingers of tomorrow

Sculpt them into art.

 

 

Arise


Arise o spirits of the Niger rivers

Set free your waves

Let our scarce flee away

Arise o palate of the gods

Dye your tears into inks

And rewrite our story

Arise

It is time to water your seeds for a new sprout.


Mohammed Salihu is a young Nigerian writer. He holds a Certificate in Creative Writing from Wesleyan University and is presently pursuing his bachelor’s degree at the University of the West of Scotland.  One of Mohammed’s poem was selected by UNICEF to mark World Children’s Day 2020. His writing has appeared in: Fahmidan Journal, Poetic Duel, Praxis Magazine, and elsewhere. He can be found on twitter at https://twitter.com/Ameer_salihu and on instagram at https://www.instagram.com/mohammed_salihu_/

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  1. Powerful, powerful work. “Aborted Dreams” in particular moved me with visions of ancestors choosing to return to Yemoja’s embrace “womb of the sea” – rather than be enslaved.

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