Grief Na My Comrade by Ahmed Aisha

We mold our grief into blended flavor, wrapped it into rizla & lit it — we marked our lines as heavy puffs started rolling on.

I talk about my grief most days/ of how my throat flung dry and my smile spread to the faint shade of gloomy seconds that flew to years.

 I decided to end my words with— “start over again” instead of “goodbye”— to chew the rest fantasy that popped out of me like the crown of cock.

Today— I’m on the verge of ending this plague that broke every limit to be my part— me.

But as e be, grief na my comrade.

Bio: Ahmed Aisha is a Nigerian writer, a poet, and an advocate for cancer prevention. She uses her writing to impact lives and connect with emotions. She is the current secretary of Osogbo Book Club (OBC) also a member of IWWG – International Women’s Writing Guild. She is the founder of Cancer is A Beast – an initiative based on talking about cancer. You can find her on Instagram @_Isha

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