← Issue 10
by Olúwátamilóre Osho
Two cultures war inside me.
My tongue, a confluence
that brings two tribes together.
On the phone, I speak to my Yoruba Aunt,
She tells me not to bring home an Igbo man.
Never mind that I might want a woman.
My Igbo Aunt lines my mother’s chest
with ridicule for marrying a Yoruba man.
Tribalism daily echoes off the walls of my home,
I, their daughter and also their daughter,
a meeting point to bring two feuding clans together.
I stand in between,
Neither here nor there,
Never fully belonging.
Yet in this body
My mother’s battle etched on my back,
the story of my history burning hot on my tongue.
In this body,
I am Osun.
Raging storms and carving my own path.
Here I am also Ala,
Earth mother, nurturing and warm.
I proudly wear all of my ancestors on my skin.
Olúwátamilóre Osho is an emerging poet from Lagos, Nigeria. Currently, she majors in Chemistry with a minor in Education at the University of Benin’s affiliate campus, Federal College of Education (Technical), Akoka. Her writings negotiate sensuality, familial dynamics and identity. She tweets @Tamiilore_O.