PROSPER IFEANYI
SELF-PORTRAIT OF A BOY WITH JARRING IDENTITIES.
“We are our memory…that chimerical museum of shifting
shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.”
—Borges
the moment we refract ourselves
from the blinding spectrum of our
past, we dissect a part of us that
remembers just how well the portcullis
of Lekki was reopened in arcadia.
let’s poeticise about more serious
things, shall we? imagine a child born
into a time of war, say WW1. & his first
experience becomes one of hunger,
hostility & hate. he becomes a portrait
of jarring identities with the animal
instinct to survive. this too, is what I have
been telling anyone who cared to listen.
in that night of trepidation & noose
slaughter; i can still hear my mother’s
voice collide with the ambience of
frolicking bullets from the khaki-men
wielding the Kalashnikov.
my father,
struggled hard to exhume the placenta
of his unborn, for that was the
expressway between the land of the living
& unborn. & when he told us to run with
passion, he warned that if we were asked if
this country belong to us, we were to say:
do not say this is our country.
& the moment our voices were
ensembled to chant the #ending
of things we couldn’t swallow, they
made us pluck it from our tongues.
this is just how well our broken past
influences our unknown future.
Prosper Ifeanyi is a Nigerian writer. His forthcoming poetry chapbook is Ubiety.