Promise to Mr Deejay

The curtain of night
The deejay played his tune
In the corner of my room

In whimpering interest I started
Dance I could not do
Eyes I could not dim
The deejay stopped short

Like an emergency ambulance
The deejay, who was now become
The attendant, chauffeur and surgeon
Blared his siren
Across my head
And jabbed his syringe
In my neck

I shall raise a wall of wire next time

‘Deji W. Adesoye

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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