PRAISE FOR SOMEDAY, BULLETS
"Someday, Bullets Will Stop Trailing My Skin is jammed with all kinds of entities embedded in the word ‘home’, which the poet (un)consciously echoed in different ways throughout the chapbook. What excites me the most is the poet's deep understanding of language, one of the entities of home, as seen in these lines: “home is home, even if it doesn’t bear us a poem without dead bodies.”, “language rolls out of the lips as if to plunge everything i have buried within: a curse. a prayer. a home, lying in waste behind”, “—this home doesn’t get tired of its old clothes.” and more. Saheed's chapbook is a brilliant work of art saturated with creativity."
— Zaynab Iliyasu Bobi, author of Cadaver of Red Roses
"Saheed Sunday’s Someday, Bullets Will Stop Trailing My Skin is a capsule holding myriad pieces of human nature and realities. Delicately crafted, the poems confront the nuances of life through the eyes of audacious speakers addressing issues around blackness, boyhood, culture, language, faith, family dynamics and origins. Saheed’s brilliance shines through his tremendous ability to weave the elusive details that come with these larger subject matters. Saheed’s promising voice is one which the world has to listen to."
— Abu Bakr Sadiq, author of Leaked Footages
"In a world obsessed with the colour of one’s skin, Saheed Sunday in his debut chapbook, Someday, Bullets Will Stop Trailing My Skin probes the eyes and their perception of colour. Through hauntingly vivid imagery, Saheed weaves a collection of poems that sing. The linguistic sophistication as well as the rhythmic resonance of this work is one that quakes the bones, calls the entire body into both dance and moping, both laughter and elegy."
— Michael Imossan, author of For the Love of Country and Memory
"Someday, Bullets Will Stop Trailing My Skin is jammed with all kinds of entities embedded in the word ‘home’, which the poet (un)consciously echoed in different ways throughout the chapbook. What excites me the most is the poet's deep understanding of language, one of the entities of home, as seen in these lines: “home is home, even if it doesn’t bear us a poem without dead bodies.”, “language rolls out of the lips as if to plunge everything i have buried within: a curse. a prayer. a home, lying in waste behind”, “—this home doesn’t get tired of its old clothes.” and more. Saheed's chapbook is a brilliant work of art saturated with creativity."
— Zaynab Iliyasu Bobi, author of Cadaver of Red Roses
"Saheed Sunday’s Someday, Bullets Will Stop Trailing My Skin is a capsule holding myriad pieces of human nature and realities. Delicately crafted, the poems confront the nuances of life through the eyes of audacious speakers addressing issues around blackness, boyhood, culture, language, faith, family dynamics and origins. Saheed’s brilliance shines through his tremendous ability to weave the elusive details that come with these larger subject matters. Saheed’s promising voice is one which the world has to listen to."
— Abu Bakr Sadiq, author of Leaked Footages
"In a world obsessed with the colour of one’s skin, Saheed Sunday in his debut chapbook, Someday, Bullets Will Stop Trailing My Skin probes the eyes and their perception of colour. Through hauntingly vivid imagery, Saheed weaves a collection of poems that sing. The linguistic sophistication as well as the rhythmic resonance of this work is one that quakes the bones, calls the entire body into both dance and moping, both laughter and elegy."
— Michael Imossan, author of For the Love of Country and Memory
