Jesse Ojuka

The universe does not give away its mysteries cheaply. 
Is that why the stool broke under me
and spilt the tea all over 
The stage 
and turned it to enamour 
God delights in concealing things 
and scientists delight in revealing them 
Then being opaque about it 
The evanescence of bananas on sale 
The frail thought of kites on brail 
Who is to say 
What’s not physics 
Limits
And today a woman 
And black man 
Will be heading to the moon