How to Swallow Glass
- Ebenezer Mowete

- Dec 19, 2025
- 1 min read
by Ebenezer Mowete
They said: Be strong. So I
clenched my jaw and swallowed
every sharp word they threw
at me.

I became a house with no windows,
a mouth with no language for pain
that doesn’t scream.
At twelve, I learned that silence
can be taught like arithmetic. At
seventeen, I perfected the art of
disappearing in plain sight.
I smiled. I passed. I performed.
A brown-skinned boy with
unbroken posture, unspoken
grief.
But glass doesn’t dissolve.
It gathers.
In the throat.
In the gut. In the poems
I write when no one is
looking.
And now, with every word,
I bleed. Not
for pity— but
for proof.
That I survived.
That I am still here.
And that every cut was
a doorway.
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Ebenezer Mowete is a Nigerian writer and final-year medical student with a passion for telling faith-rooted, socially conscious stories. His work explores the intersections of spirituality, science, and African identity, often through the lens of speculative fiction. He has been published in several platforms committed to amplifying African voices. When he’s not writing or studying medicine, he facilitates youth development initiatives and curates health advocacy content.






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