Babatunde Babafemi: “My Name Is I (1)”

My name is I (1)

Now that chaos is everywhere

I hope our body smell of gunpowder


our prayer warriors become


for a start

Every first name now has fire in it

tonight I will ask my father why he named me I,

Sorry he died too.

My sweat smell like a jacket and

an old whiskey set on fire


in my country we don’t dial 911

I mean
My name is I

I keep staring at my fingers,
Where all this dirt is coming from
Perhaps it is from writing my biography in first person

My name is I

and I think my story shouldn’t be YOU
you can’t say suffering better than me & I
travel often in my head
out of nervousness and preening both I ran my eyes through google map
Oklahoma has been my destination,


After the death of my father I had a son
He was named after him
This is history telling you how the dead meddle with our thoughts;

Few nights to the demise of my father he had seizure twice
the time he called me a bastard in his hasty voice, begging
for air and grasping for breath

He said

I I I .

What are you looking for?