Superstitions

//Superstitions//

I grew up to know;
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That a pregnant woman mustn't
be on street in the middle of a sunny day,
for the foetus her stomach houses might
be swapped for spirits from ancestral world.

That a grown up lad that bedwets
should pay twilight homage
to an upright tree
& twist butts in its presence.

That to trip over your left leg tells
/dooms/red light/misfortune/& bad luck/
&whenever I smash my right feet 
o'er an hidden root,it's positivity & goodluck.

That when a star rushes down
& vacate the sky,
it's a proverbial way of telling 
us 'bout the exit of an hero.

That ghosts find ways out of their beds
& come home each thursdays,visiting
their households & foods should either
be sprayed outside or placed in, uncovered !

That whoever urinates in river has 
ignorantly dared Oluweri's wrath
&attendees at his ceremonies shall
be drenched by violent downpour.

That mothers that die aren't dead,
They loiter around,watching after their fruits.
That a sudden weird wave in the ear drum 
is an evil call from the terrestrial world.

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Tasleem Fadairo
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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