My body is a burial of hands that carried my name before its time.
I carry worlds I no longer hold memory to
Home used to be a welcome mat with grandma telling stories
Now it’s shrouded in words of enlightenment from the evening news.
I return home to a sense of emptiness
Never been sure of where I’m from
In dark about where I’m going
The time I have now is mine alone
For I have no history to pass on
Just stories of pagan religions
We don’t plant seeds anymore
For there is no one left who knows how to water it
If there be tomorrow, I leave no inheritance for history
Just a body that tried to fit in.
Yeayi Kobina is a storyteller with a background in broadcast journalism and the author of the
historical fantasy book series “A Weaving of the First Gods.” With over a decade of experience
in investigative journalism and content production, Yeayi has developed a unique voice that
combines his rich love of history and his desire to make it accessible and relatable to modern
audiences.