A Venture Poem by Ama Alma Okigbo

Drops of water roll down his face
As he kicks the graveyard gate open
Thunder strikes and rain lashes the air
As the last leaf falls off the dead tree and lands on his sturdy boot
As he hears an unforgettable sound that of which I cannot mention
As a frown is automatically planted on his fleshy face
Fear boils in his heart as he looks around
Hoot! Goes the sound of an owl gliding right by him
The fear rises like the lava of a volcano
He ventures deeper in search of the treasure
That gives a blessing that millions crave
Deeper he goes
As he clenches his bag strap
His eyes dancing left and right
In search for just one thing
Plop! His feet sink into the murky marsh
Breathing, like its his last breath
Fortunately for him, he will survive
Shakinglywalking out, he drops to the ground
To his amazement, something shiny emerges
Atlas…his treasure