
WE BURY OUR FEARS INTO PRAYERS After Abioye Samuel "...We let out our greif and say them through prayers..." - Abioye Samuel. I can remember vividly how solitude smells like my grandfather's passion for sticks & i wonder why death doesn't come for my body, because I know too much but when the table of grief turns to me i kneel beside my grandmother's body & pray into perfection maybe then my body will come alive again, and again, because staying beautiful is a posture of survival & my room doesn't inspires love poems because my grandmother died as a virgin on an island close to the peak of a troubled city painted with indifferent colours of demons. there, ...