Aroma Of The Season Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

The last days of the youngest moon
that lead to the crossover gates,
have returned to us so soon
with their glad and perfumed dates.
The paeans and carol songs,
gloriously claim the air their own.
Red and white butterflies wing everywhere.
These ones are so rare,
like the small twinkling stars
dancing ’round beautiful trees.

I can hear the tinkling of spoons,
forks and kissing of tumblers.
Tables smile with varieties of foods
pleasing to both tongue and eyes;
salads, fried rice, jollof rice,
white rice with stew or with pepper soup,
fried chickens, fried beef or goat meat…
We eat with both mouths and noses.
The wind happily shares the sweet smell
from door to door, neighbour to neighbour;
we sun teeth and say, ‘merry xmas! ’
The aroma says, there is love in sharing.
Our children wake so early
to wear their glad rags for the merry.
They say, let’s visit friends,
before the season ends.