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God is my bones

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Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur Nomen tuum.
God is in my bones
These bones make music and touch poetry.
Careless words and choices formed a bridge
Sometimes the path I choose is fast leading
Yet he stays
He stays in my bones, like in my smile.
My back bears a symbol of his love
Two curves aggressively formed pushing by default in opposite directions
Setting my ribs on fire
So I cannot stand too long or stand wrong
sit too long or sit wrong
lie too long or lie wrong
my every move bears a consequence that holds my voice
and so I hold it in.
bury my face in my pillow and sob silently
my mother’s in the next room waiting for me to need her
and I always do because
Every curve takes me through its own physical unrest
Denying me my physical best
Sending my sister into panic frenzy
And my dad is watching
Because some days I cannot hold it in
Some days I want to reach for a drink of mercy
So I panic privately
God is in my bones
In time I learned to call him father
Because he shelters my pain and makes me forget
Forget that I my body has changed
And I may never be an athlete again
Forget that every morning my mind wakes up 20mins before my body
Waiting for the pain to subside
He reminds me I can write
That is how I fight
So far from a miracle but close to grace
The |Drs say, “your whole life is ahead of you”
And I believe that now
I recognize myself in a realm where no words come to mind
Every time I forget, he finds me again
As he found me before
Lost in the pain of
Struggling with scoliosis and the choices I need to make
Because when you’re this fat
the excuses for your incompetence is written all over you
so I hold back everyday
The origin of the word nervous means,
“suffering a disorder of the nervous system”
Sometimes I’m nervous
Sometimes I don’t remember
But every time
Every time God is in my bones
sed libera nos a malo

Obii

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When I was 9 my mother placed three books in my hands and said “read”
The first time I read, I arrived.
I was Nko, a girl who wanted to be much more,
A dead man waiting to be avenged
One of three different women seeking recognition in a world that once said She should be seen and not heard
First within the pages of Nwapa, emecheta & Onwu… Then… Achebe, Amadi & Ike.
I found an identity every time I needed one
An escape from the cultural afflictions that lined streets.
Or the military presence that threatened the peace of Lagos
HOME…
I’ve known no place better that the ridge back and ashy scent of pages…v
Where my imagination would come alive threatening to steal me from this world
Yes if you please!
And every time I was with a book
It was
*snap-snap*
Obii are you still here?
No I wasn’t
I was in my first new yam festival, taking my first train ride to kafanchan …..
Books were to me Housseni’s thousand splendid suns and I was going to catch at least nine hundred and ninety-nine.
It was then I recognised the essence of a story
And by 15 I knew I would one day tell mine.
When I discovered poetry, I decided there were not enough colours in the world.
Okeke, christiana Rossetti, Okigbo…shaped my hand, my future.
A few weeks ago… We had to move house and all that mattered to me was 3boxes and one ghana-must-go…
Home came to me in 3 books, then 4, then 300
One day it’ll be a million and I’ll still be counting
Because where I want to go,
the places I want to see, The house that built me… All came in fragile pages that stand like pillars 23years and counting.

Obii

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  1. i’ve heard her perform this in person and if you can believe, it was even more powerful.
    oh and her shoeless stance does impress me :)

    Kanyet

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Biography

Obii is an artist and an art lover. She made her debut in Spoken word at the maiden edition of Bassey Ikpi’s Naija Poetry Slam which she won in October 2012. She has performed in major poetry events in Lagos and Calabar, Nigeria. She works as a copywriter, and in April 2013, she was recognised for her work with a Cannes Young Lions Award for Design. She also dabbles in photography.

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Biography

Obii is an artist and an art lover. She made her debut in Spoken word at the maiden edition of Bassey Ikpi’s Naija Poetry Slam which she won in October 2012. She has performed in major poetry events in Lagos and Calabar, Nigeria. She works as a copywriter, and in April 2013, she was recognised for her work with a Cannes Young Lions Award for Design. She also dabbles in photography.

God is my bones

Enlarge poem

Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur Nomen tuum.
God is in my bones
These bones make music and touch poetry.
Careless words and choices formed a bridge
Sometimes the path I choose is fast leading
Yet he stays
He stays in my bones, like in my smile.
My back bears a symbol of his love
Two curves aggressively formed pushing by default in opposite directions
Setting my ribs on fire
So I cannot stand too long or stand wrong
sit too long or sit wrong
lie too long or lie wrong
my every move bears a consequence that holds my voice
and so I hold it in.
bury my face in my pillow and sob silently
my mother’s in the next room waiting for me to need her
and I always do because
Every curve takes me through its own physical unrest
Denying me my physical best
Sending my sister into panic frenzy
And my dad is watching
Because some days I cannot hold it in
Some days I want to reach for a drink of mercy
So I panic privately
God is in my bones
In time I learned to call him father
Because he shelters my pain and makes me forget
Forget that I my body has changed
And I may never be an athlete again
Forget that every morning my mind wakes up 20mins before my body
Waiting for the pain to subside
He reminds me I can write
That is how I fight
So far from a miracle but close to grace
The |Drs say, “your whole life is ahead of you”
And I believe that now
I recognize myself in a realm where no words come to mind
Every time I forget, he finds me again
As he found me before
Lost in the pain of
Struggling with scoliosis and the choices I need to make
Because when you’re this fat
the excuses for your incompetence is written all over you
so I hold back everyday
The origin of the word nervous means,
“suffering a disorder of the nervous system”
Sometimes I’m nervous
Sometimes I don’t remember
But every time
Every time God is in my bones
sed libera nos a malo

Featured Poem:

No permanent Address

Enlarge poem

When I was 9 my mother placed three books in my hands and said “read”
The first time I read, I arrived.
I was Nko, a girl who wanted to be much more,
A dead man waiting to be avenged
One of three different women seeking recognition in a world that once said She should be seen and not heard
First within the pages of Nwapa, emecheta & Onwu… Then… Achebe, Amadi & Ike.
I found an identity every time I needed one
An escape from the cultural afflictions that lined streets.
Or the military presence that threatened the peace of Lagos
HOME…
I’ve known no place better that the ridge back and ashy scent of pages…v
Where my imagination would come alive threatening to steal me from this world
Yes if you please!
And every time I was with a book
It was
*snap-snap*
Obii are you still here?
No I wasn’t
I was in my first new yam festival, taking my first train ride to kafanchan …..
Books were to me Housseni’s thousand splendid suns and I was going to catch at least nine hundred and ninety-nine.
It was then I recognised the essence of a story
And by 15 I knew I would one day tell mine.
When I discovered poetry, I decided there were not enough colours in the world.
Okeke, christiana Rossetti, Okigbo…shaped my hand, my future.
A few weeks ago… We had to move house and all that mattered to me was 3boxes and one ghana-must-go…
Home came to me in 3 books, then 4, then 300
One day it’ll be a million and I’ll still be counting
Because where I want to go,
the places I want to see, The house that built me… All came in fragile pages that stand like pillars 23years and counting.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (2)
  • Pride (4)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (4)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

God is my bones

Enlarge poem

Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur Nomen tuum.
God is in my bones
These bones make music and touch poetry.
Careless words and choices formed a bridge
Sometimes the path I choose is fast leading
Yet he stays
He stays in my bones, like in my smile.
My back bears a symbol of his love
Two curves aggressively formed pushing by default in opposite directions
Setting my ribs on fire
So I cannot stand too long or stand wrong
sit too long or sit wrong
lie too long or lie wrong
my every move bears a consequence that holds my voice
and so I hold it in.
bury my face in my pillow and sob silently
my mother’s in the next room waiting for me to need her
and I always do because
Every curve takes me through its own physical unrest
Denying me my physical best
Sending my sister into panic frenzy
And my dad is watching
Because some days I cannot hold it in
Some days I want to reach for a drink of mercy
So I panic privately
God is in my bones
In time I learned to call him father
Because he shelters my pain and makes me forget
Forget that I my body has changed
And I may never be an athlete again
Forget that every morning my mind wakes up 20mins before my body
Waiting for the pain to subside
He reminds me I can write
That is how I fight
So far from a miracle but close to grace
The |Drs say, “your whole life is ahead of you”
And I believe that now
I recognize myself in a realm where no words come to mind
Every time I forget, he finds me again
As he found me before
Lost in the pain of
Struggling with scoliosis and the choices I need to make
Because when you’re this fat
the excuses for your incompetence is written all over you
so I hold back everyday
The origin of the word nervous means,
“suffering a disorder of the nervous system”
Sometimes I’m nervous
Sometimes I don’t remember
But every time
Every time God is in my bones
sed libera nos a malo

Comments

  1. i’ve heard her perform this in person and if you can believe, it was even more powerful.
    oh and her shoeless stance does impress me :)

    Kanyet

Your email address will not be published.