When I held her hand
She said, “Haram! Don’t touch”
When I held her shoulder
She shrugged and screamed, “Haram!”
When I held her feet
She knocked my head and ran away
But in the night after the rain
She went hooded to Saka
Then I followed to peep
I was there when the drama began
I was there when he removed the hood
I thought she would shout “Haram!”
Behold, she held her peace
When he held her waist
She pretended not to know
And lastly when the dance began
I helped her shout…Haram!
Haram! Haram!! Haram!!!
Abioye James
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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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