Tales Of A Wife: Love Is A Baton Race Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Walking by the bush part
I saw a young lady
Heads down; fixed rigidly at a spot
Crying so bitterly
That I almost joined
With a cracking voice she sang....

'Nne', my mother! ! !
Nne' mamam' oooo! ! !
You were right
I never should have loved
Nne', mamam' oooo
Open show me the way back to the house'

Young lady pick yourself up
We are all students in the art of love
Learning from every fallen baton
We hold or once held
Breaking mama's rule
Could have been right

'Nne', my mother! ! !
Nne' mamam' oooo! ! !
You were right
I never should have loved
Nne', mamam' oooo
Open show me the way back to the house'

Young lady pick yourself up
Never quit
Leave this spot
Make yourself available
To those that
Considers you indispensable

Like a baton race
One don't play the game solely
The game of life
Is the game of love
Affectionate dies
Admiration is born.