My music teacher,
A wiry brackish man
Who taught us first about communists
About God riding on the wings of an opera
Then Harriet Tubman
And the songs that made them stale
Told us with a bulging eye
That the piano was meant to bring us closer
Side by side;
White and black,
But they had to make the white keys softer
Just to prove a point.
About the Author:
Falade Kolawole popularly known as Pariolodo is a multiple slam winning spoken word poet, playwright, and writer who graduated from University of Abuja where he studied English and Literary Studies. He is a versatile writer whose works have been featured in several blogs. He is passionate about influencing the society with his art and has written both poems and short stories on issues relating to us as humans. He plays mobile games when he is not too busy playing a literary vigilante.