The Journey To The Uncovered Pot Poem by Ologunde Joshua Abiodun

When I woke up
The other side of my bed was cold
My hands stretch out
Touching the rough and smooth
He may have had bad dreams
Looking moody and tired
Helping myself up with one elbow
There's enough light in the bedroom
to see
Moves as slow as a camel
He may have climb the trees
Watering the ground through it
Seeking what to eat and drink
In sleep, my mum looks younger
Her face is as fresh as the drop of the
rain
As lovely as a prime rose in which she
was named
Oh! my mum is very beautiful
Looking calm and fascinating
My dad made the right choice
Growing wasn't easy
Saying no to do what people do
Caring for her is five brave horses
plus a lady horse
Feeling tasty, crying and hungry
And in all, I was drunk with a pool of
water
Hunger strikes me hard
Humanitarianism remains my
unfettered dream
Denoting who I want to be
In a world were grasshoppers is a
benefit to health
Insects that looks unpleasant now
becomes a remedy to life
I slide into an Hamlet of loneliness
Detached to reality
A self journey running close to me
Inflation rise in my pocket
Even with a noisee stomach I made
'hope' my best friend.