Monologue Poem by Tony Adah

O my dear guide
Guard me through
This rough road
Of thickets and thorns.

My steps frail I leave here
For your direction
Just as I have wailed before
Give me laughter today
And give me an armour against odds.

Stick me to my boat
My hands free not
From its oars as
I row to the atoll
Where my destiny lies waiting.

Between the sky
And the earth
In darkness or light
Above and below
Grant me an armour
Against all odds.