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Long Enough

I have been called alot of names,

Sunflower, sun kissed by the momentary

Existence of beautiful things.

Been named a black boy because

I was long forgotten in the darkness

But I have changed, and my

Fingers are now neatly cut,

I let the waters thrive on my body,

I become one with it, I love how

Serene the layers of my skin is,

Unlike a facade, our hopes glimmer in

The front of our teeth, our fear is

The fear that we are afraid we will

Not be here forever. And we do not

Want to be here forever , but we want

To be here long enough to touch the world

With our kindness and plant trees for our seventh sons,

And mow the lawn for our sick neighbors,

We want to be here long enough to keep

A piece of our empathy in the ruthlessness

And yet kind embrace of the world.

 

Trance or Truce

The sea falls into silence,

Rome, built in a day,

The Greeks have come with memories,

Talk of us happily, we will hold the peace.

 

 

The sands, before they are soft,

Graze each other, ahh!

It’s the delight of being born,

O it’s the magic of being born.

 

 

Horses, drowned hooves into the ground,

Through the year, the harmattan, almost

Forgotten by healing, but before the sunshine

Comes the sun and before the sinners comes the sin.

 

 

There’s a room filled with flowers,

Country songs folded into a hymn,

Loneliness melts my ego into a cloud,

The rain washes away our suffering, washes away our guilt.

 

In Stillness We Remember

There’s no history left in

The mouth of a third,

Waters before thy kingdom come,

We would hold each others

Hands through a night bus,

Lagos, exquisite in its quiet

And terror, humans, borders away

Are being thrown into despair,

Traffic, soon, the bones of a garden

Almost buried by flowers,,

I know, where the women go to

At night , I know why they do what they do,

Why they talk with small consonants,

This was how they were raised,

To smile at every wound until

It goes away, to shove thier tears back into

Their eyes till it comes back as gold,

As anything but not weakness.

Emmanuel Sanusi

Emmanuel Sanusi is a Nigerian poet and writer currently based in the UK. He is greatly influenced by his environment and great minds like T.S. Eliot, Wole Soyinka, and J.P. Clark. He has performed his poetry at the Benue Book and Arts Festival in Nottingham, the Abuja International Poetry Festival, SLAMeroun, and elsewhere, with publications in Lolwe, the SEVHAGE Festival anthology, and Kalahari Review. His debut collection of poetry is forthcoming in 2026.