BroDa SaMson [A Poem] by Oyindamola Shoola

At every service BroDa SaMson prays
that God will fight his battles at night
with the same mouth, he tells Sandra,
“Spread me like butter
on hot Agege bread;
serve my dinner
with your holy water.”

At 8 am today, before starting his Honda
BroDa SaMson anointed his bald head
with a shackle-breaking oil
Woli Agba sold for ₦2,000.

But tonight, he’ll give Sandra
handcuffs to Kirikiri
and the keys to Yaba Left;
and through the thin walls,
we’ll hear him scream, JESU!
as she hangs him upside down.

Bio

Oyindamola Shoola is the Co-founder and CEO of Sprinng and Imole Consulting. She is currently working on an Afrocentric romantic comedy anthology while completing her MFA – Creative Writing at the American University. While pursuing her bachelor’s degree, she gained experience interning at several top trade and academic publishing companies, such as Elsevier, Simon and Schuster at 37Ink, and Hachette Book Group. She has additional experience serving as a student co-editor for the New York University SPS Dovetail Magazine (Spring 2019) and as a book reviewer with a Nigerian publisher named WRR – Authorpedia. Her writings, including fiction, op-ed articles, and poetry, have been published through several literary platforms and magazines like Brittle Paper, Black Fox, Phi Theta Kappa’s Nota Bene, Authorpedia, Dovetail, Kalahari Review, and others.

Secretly but obviously, she contributes to the notorious voice of @halimaseries on Instagram. You can find her inconsistently blogging here: www.shoolaoyin.com. Books and chapbooks by Oyindamola include To Bee a Honey, The Silence We Eat, Heartbeat, Now, I Want to Remember, Forget It, and But Here You Are.