Roadside Pub

Written by Babatunde Oyateru

Tuesday, 03 November 2009 20:36

The clouds parted her thighs,
And the sun sent her blessings.
It was another Nigerian morning.

She could curse the ground and wait,
But that would be tradition;
This morning would be different.
Hope could only run so far without a drink.

Patrice Lumumba (1925-1961), Congo
Rudolf Ogoo Okonkwo, Poet
Whose Culture?
Blond Roots by Bernardine Evaristo
Tears and Rain (for Asha)
Emeka!, Artist
OZMAN, Writer
Central African Republic, Central Africa
Democratic Republic of Congo, West Africa
Ana Bell, Poet
Thank you
Kaysha
Lower Valley of the Awash, Ethiopia
Sukur Cultural Landscape, Nigeria
Great Zimbabwe National Monument, Zimbabwe
Khami Ruins National Monument, Zimbabwe
Mosi-Oa-Tunya, Zambia & Zimbabwe
Kingdom of Kongo (c. 1400 - 1914), West Africa
Kingdom of Luba (1585 AD - 1885 AD), West Africa
Lunda Empire (1660 AD - 1887 AD), South Africa
In Defense of Marriage
Dave Chukwuji, Writer & Poet
Remembering Miriam Makeba
Oye, the Editor
Poeticlife, Poet
Chumsy Mumsy, Writer
Dr. Babatunde Ogunkinle, MD
Elsie, Writer & Poet
Ecclesiastics, Poet
Burhana Bello-Ayorinde, Attorney-at-Law
Funke O., Artist
Tunde Omolodun, Artist
Sacrifice
The African Child by Camara Laye
Inspirational Tears
Shade the Blood
Ashiru M. A., Writer
Swallow by Sefi Atta
Every Day is for The Thief by Teju Cole
Who Is ... Sefi Atta
When it all dies

So she makes her mix
And casts a wary eye for her flock.

It rolls off her face to the ground,
And quietly she wonders if the earth
Knows the difference between sweat and a tear.

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