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MEDITERRANEAN
The world was split into pieces
leaving us with lack
and the others affluence
there’re tiny lines between lack and affluence
on one part guarded by the rich
on the other suffered by the poor.
There’s a sea called purgatory
where we wish to cross to life
on this sea, we’ve seen empty boats
exposing bodies of suffocation, of dehydration, of exhaustion
We’re destitutes
carrying hunger of yesteryears at our back
and dreams of today, of tomorrow, of next
on our hands
our first glimpse of the sea
now our last.
How many boats are never spotted?
How many bodies are never fished from the sea?
This sea that hides many black bodies
stench of human misery:
of sweat, urine, vomit and blood
and flows from pains, from lack, from torture.
But out of the water,
it’s easy to forget the sea is an enormous graveyard
for the unknown.
About the Author
ÓKÓLÍ STEPHEN NÓNSÓ is a poet and an essayist from Nigeria. He is the winner of 2014 SOASA AIFCE creative writing contest in poetry. He believes in the power of pen and the positive difference it can make in our world. His poems have appeared in Tuck Magazine, Praxis Magazine, Adelaide Literary Magazine (New York), the best of Africa, and elsewhere. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria. His poems come from the heart and a desire to share words of joy and happiness. He believes that poetry can be used as a tool to solving societal ills.
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