I know the quick thrill of a lovely dream
It sets your heart in different places of hope at night:
to long for sleep or perhaps never to wake at all.
Imagine if those immuring trinkets around her neck
would shrink to amulets and charms in our eyes,
a revelation to parity and the potential of my race;
they would find gold lying out there in the dark.
How many Soyinkas would they raise? How many Adichies?
Me and my lover, we read Nigerian novels in catapult breath
pausing only to wonder how garri soup would taste like.
Is it thick in the tongue? They say they make it thick.
I would it roll it over my tongue
robbing my palate of parts chaste
so perhaps I may never sleep again.
We read about dreams and we read about waking up
We read about the shame of the two ever wiling to reconcile.
Tumello is from Lesotho studying Actuarial Sciences at the university of Stellenbosch.