Poetry: The Dirt Road by Mustapha Modupe

You had this alluring carriage about you

that stopped me dead on my track,

the very day I set my eyes on you.

I believe I was blinded by some

superfluous emotions which your

ovally excited fangs lusciously fed on,

from my delectable jugular.

It's awfully easy to creep under my skin,

unapologetically rob me of every stowed

away supply that has been neatly contained.

Then I watched you dig out the cadaver of

long repressed memories.

A shiver ran down my spine

as you flipped the pandora's box that

was haphazardly tucked away a lifetime ago.

With eyes sunken and flushed

 Fingers scrawny, lips parsed,

 thin and lifeless, with queasy stomach,

 shriveled foot, dusty and washed up like an

 angular unsavory creature,

I inadvertently carve my name in the hall of shame.

Abandoned, I trudge this deserted dirt road in solitude.

Biography

Modupe Mustapha is an impassioned writer that believes in communicating through story telling. She feels strongly about people’s experiences in life so she is driven to narrate their encounters. She takes delight in reading, writing and socializing while she currently studies    Communication and Language Arts in the University of Ibadan.