Obaba Museum

in memory of those killed at the lekki massacre.

Tonight, I light up my heart like a candle-wick,

in remembrance of everyone we’ve lost.

I’m guilty of self-immolation. Every inch of my anatomy burning—

And all the tears shed won’t quench this inferno.

I am a memorial for every sowed seedling,

Sister and brother planted into the earth.

with death’s cold tongue.

This is how we remember the dead,

we chrome everything black and light,

a candle hoping the flickering flame guides their passage

into everlasting fire.