Temidayo Jacob

Healing a Soul

This poem is a lamentation of you;
when your dreams fell into seduction.

You were cleaning your father’s house
while your mother was at the market.

A dark room, half opened: that was where
your aunt was, trying to take off her blouse.

She cried for help like you’d cry for milk.
You had pity to be a helper. A nod in your

trouser. She saw it. She had always wanted
to capture your heart like a slave. That night,

you became her knight in shining pleasure.
She made a window in your trouser. She

stole your matchstick, oiled it and set it on
fire in between her thick thighs. Her vows

to feed you with juices murdered your pleas
right before your bloodshot eyes. Sunrise and

sunset in your dreams. Nights of burnt ashes.
Twenty years, a middleman between you and

age seven. You’ve made a door in your trouser.
Your bed, a guesthouse for cougars seeking

fun. Your matchstick is now a pestle,
pounding its way in between the thighs of

every woman that visits. Obssessed, searching
for that hole that will set you on fire again,

like your first. Thinking what births a man,
will surely nurture a man. An endless line.

Temidayo Jacob is a sociologist who writes from the North Central part of Nigeria. He writes as an African voice through a global view. His works explore the connection between poetry, humans, and society. He is passionate about espousing the conflict between the individual and society, especially through identity, sexuality, and conformity. Temidayo’s works have appeared and are forthcoming on Rattle, Outcast Magazine, Lucent Dreaming, Kalahari Review, Peeking Cat Poetry, Sub-Saharan Magazine, Ngiga Review, and others. He is also a contributor to leading anthologies. You can reach him on Twitter @BoyUntouched.

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