Sore Limbs and the Movement of Time

Poetry by Oluwaseun Amoma-Addo Layade

A wrist-worn timepiece, that really did nothing else but tell the movement of time, was all the rage at one time, but it also told a story of wealth and class, Swiss origin for the stratospheric ones, and today, the wrist-worn Fitbit or it’s competition if you get high on things like that, for the fit freaks is the new flavour, and yes it might tell the movement of time but only as an afterthought it seems as the movement of your sorry sore limbs from exercise is its raison d’etre, (who begged them you might say? please ask again), and having one on your wrist announces you as one of the global elite who may not afford a Rolex or a Cartier, but can still raise your nose like upper class old money amidst a sea of longing throats of the upwardly mobile horde.

 

Popsmama

I remember you, not every day, but on some days more than others, you come to me and I know you were here before you had to leave, at various times in both your arms and at various times both of you in mine. I feel you, an ache sometimes, certainly an ache at the time, though initially it did not seem like much, yet in letting you go I sensed your presence in me for you had been with me from the beginning, for I came from you and you loved me as you loved yourselves. I wonder some times what it will be like but I will leave time to bring me to that time, and hopefully be able to look down and see what love is in the eyes and hearts of my own.

Bio
Born with a gift for words and service to a Ghanaian mother and a Nigerian father,
Oluwaseun Amoma-Addo Layade’s observes the world from a multi-cultural and
multi-ethnic context. He is keenly interested in interacting with people at
different levels in society and from diverse backgrounds. As a poet and a song
writer, he often finds himself writing about issues concerning identity, love, and
everyday human interactions.

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