Sitting awkwardly like the bend
she now negotiates on the
roadmap of her life.

Her tears drop freely
Like waters on Erin-Ijesa
At the mercy of anguish
Beclouding her mind.

They have drawn symmetrical lines
Along her now, asymmetric ogee,
Each finding its way through her hands
To the enclave of her thighs.

And she watches blindly
A crawling insect on the boundaries
of her feet, searching for daily bread
for its small family,

As she wishes hers is not taken
away with bullets.

- I. Tosin Ajayi