**m0sunmola** Poem by Kayode Orogbemi

Many steps from the day of my birth
Towards i still run, to reach before death.
To be closer i plea
I truly wish for it, or cant you see.

The gods are dead, but am still with believe
That anon it comes i pray,
Come oh come and be thou my relief.

Like anthills in savannah
As broad as the leaves of a rainforest
As beautiful as the maidens of black afrika
As lovely as a virgin heart
As sweet as a second chance to life
As breathtaking as a lads first sex.

Lo the dreams amidst dreams
Lo the story as long as it may seem
Tales of travail
As i still wish a poem to be titled MOSUNMOLA.