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.
Obaba Museum 