A Mortal’s Guide to Attaining Godhood in the Era of Chaos
step one: stop believing. look, my hands are sticky, / reddened by the blood of the death god.
Oluwatomiwa Ajeigbe
Oluwatomiwa Ajeigbe is a writer of the dark and fantastical, a poet and a reluctant mathematician. He has poetry and fiction published or forthcoming from Dust Poetry Magazine, The Future Fire, Eyes To The Telescope, Star*Line, Baffling Magazine, Kalahari Review and elsewhere. When he’s not writing about malfunctioning robots or crazed gods, he can be found doing whatever people do on Twitter at @OluwaSigma. He writes from a room with broken windowpanes in Lagos, Nigeria.
The Herbalist
My grandfather was a herbalist— / he mixed rare leaves and seeds, ground them together / & when he was done, he smeared the mixture on my forehead. / This will protect you from evil spirits, He said.