"Home" (After Warsan Shire)
Home is the mouth of a shark With laundry Spread across squalid teeth And generators Balanced on odious tongue Black fumes Rising into darkness
Home is the barrel of the gun With more police checkpoints Than restaurants And the sight of uniformed men Causing fear to bubble in your gut Hundred naira notes Hastily squeezed into sweaty palms
Home is the era of forgetfulness Forget The girls of Chibok The collapsed buildings The disappeared journalists The murdered civilians The promise of government
But No one would leave home Unless home chased you to the shore Unless home told you To quicken your legs Leave Run away from me Now.