#WOWAfrica Words Give You Wings – Aduku Magaji
A child I once was, who had a story to tell.
But how could I? I said to myself.
I was a gift to the world,
But wrapped in plain sheets;
Considering me just a boy;
With paranoia and a keeping to myself.
I grew up on the outside.
Remaining a child on the inside.
But I discovered, words –
On sand or paper,
On steel or within the inches of a screen
– Gave me wings.
That timid fellow of youth
Bud out of it’s cocoon.
Holding unto a pen and paper
As unto the blood that sustains
And spewed forth the heart’s content
Raw and undeterred by nothing,
I wrote of pain and anger,
Of good and sweet feelings,
Of feelings yet to be named,
Of nothing that makes sense to another,
Of something a friend felt but had no words for.
And of wishes and dreams,
Which may be or never be.
I’m just glad I wished and dreamt
I’m so in love with you!
You are the solace I need,
The wings with which aloneness
Take me words and let’s fly to tomorrow