Into The Badlands — Mohammed Oluwatimileyin Taoheed

INTO THE BADLAND

& this place looks like an overt oven,
wear the colours of a doomful dome,
& this looks like a skeletal shelter,
so we all gaze in awe at the tall edifice.

But the taciturn clamour blows like
the flickering flame of our fury.
We scramble, we saw brave men rolling
heads like rustic youngsters.

Oh strange land, where on the map is this?
These men whose faces sticthed with horror
giggled loudly, eerily like ancient beasts
Goddamn this sonofabitch!

With this, they break it like bad news:
Badland. Where your ancestors wore
the garment of grace & ruins but in them
we buried the piousness of a generation.

So we look forward like it seem we've lost it,
we mumble & then they chuckle.
This place you stand is called Seed. & it is a
must that you chew what they grow.

A shell of sorrow scatters in our souls,
As we plunge into the Badlands instead of home!

Bio:

Mohammed Oluwatimileyin Taoheed is a Nigerian bilingual writer,
professional editor, legal researcher, tutor and investigative
journalist.
He is the National Correspondent for Track News Nigeria and Chief
Editor of Scholar Media Africa Magazine in Kenya.
Taoheed reads Law at Usman Danfodiyo University Sokoto State and he
writes about the pathetic situations of his country.
Taoheed has been featured in both national and international sites and
had ample awards to his credit. As a crazy misogynist, he lives in a cave where he chews his books.

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