Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,

But they were very much conscious.

 

Loving every minute of vacation,

Thoroughly adventurous.

 

An act that seemed to revive not just their souls,

But every atom, cell and organ in their bodies.

 

Lived for those nights huddled up in arms (Goals!)

Even though time just couldn’t care less.

 

Carelessly dashing by without regard (its new foes!)

Even as this act would lead to many more worries.

 

Fast forward now; and they craved it more than ever.

Would it happen again, or am I forever trapped in nevers?

 

Can’t handle the pressure, brain’s got a fever.

At this rate, gonna be swiping left and right forever.

 

Bones dry, deep down I crave love and connection.

Sorely waiting for those sparks to keep an erection.

 

More like an erect sin.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

 

A truth I once held close, feels like a lie I’m locked in

(I’m everything and nothing)

For where do I belong? Everywhere and nowhere

 

Except with my first love.

I long to meet someone like you.

 

Soft lips, beautiful eyes, luscious hair,

and a strong, gentle soul that softens the hearts of the hardest of men.

 

❤️

In this poem which was written earlier this year, I attempt to capture the complexities involved in what often feels like a never ending journey towards a destination that does not exist; or better yet, one that moves further away with each step you take towards it.

This poem is part of a series I’m developing called “Where were the African playwrights?” It connects to portions of my thesis where I’m painting a rich ethnographic picture of my past and current educational journeys.