Ọláyíóyè Kéjì Akíntúndé
Ọláyíóyè Kéjì Akíntúndé studies Pharm.D at the University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria. His writing explores the self, contradiction and contemporary realities. His poetry has appeared or forthcoming on Mister Magazine, Green Blotter, Disabled Tales, Inertia Teens, Spillwords, Nnọkọ Stories and elsewhere. Besides pharmacy & poetry, he's intrigued by good & soul-reaching music. He's nicknamed Catechol.
He tweets @Catechol01, & is @Catechol1 on IG.
Portrait of Self as a Boy (S/Th)inking (i/o)n Burna Boy's Last Last Song Playing on (Un)Known Radio Station
perhaps my aching heart will get soothed.
by (danc/pump)ing in rhythm to the resounding
voice of burna boy. hammering onto my
goatish ears "na everybody go chop breakfast."
i remember vowed never to love again
in this life or afterlife, if there was any,
yet i stumbled into the pitch-dark pit of your love.
one minute you stretched down your tender
arms. next minute you retracted them & ditch
me like the previous ones did. leaving me
to nurse this scorching love that flows in my shattered
heart. now my tongue ceases not bleeding into
the reminiscence of your body. honeying into music in
the dark hollow of my mouth. i know my greatest
frailty, gifting my trust, always boomerangs i'm
just more of a jejune. after writing this poem
& done listening to last last. i'm bound
to sink. yet again. into this joyless little sofa
with hands fumbling to unwrap another pack
of cigarettes. & fall into sour remembrance of
your steff london curvy ebony glowing body.
then wash everything down with a calabash
of palm wine & the next & the next. till i
fall, yet again, into the abyss of depression