THE DUST IN THE RAIN
—for Sarah Osawaru— By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon Eh hen…You say I raised dustin the middle of a rainstorm?Then your eyes must be washing plateswhere your brain should be frying yam. I danced.Oooooh… yes, I danced.In the rain.With both legs.And joy in all my joints.Yet you say:“She is stirring trouble!” But let me ask you,Can a snail carry fire on…