Death, a creature too you are
Threatening other creatures like you
With that your tuberous club
That yields to no pleading of its victim
...
A call to their abode
Read out their traits
Pecking the floor with their heels
Scattering all over without fear
...
Gone are those days
When the mores and the norms
Of the land have many says
In drumming our cultural tom-toms
...
“I have my fishhook ready
The stream and the sea are there
And I’m ready to dive for fish
But I don’t know
...
Struggling and hustling for games
Of which every man is a player
On the pitch where all armed to win
...
If for the rigours they undergo
From that monthly messy thing
In trying to become complete women
...
I am so proud
to have you as my sun
that brightens every obscurity in me
...
“Think not
what your nation can do for you
but think
what you can do for your nation”
...
It halted; rainfall that once showered
It frowned; the earlier smiling sun
It hid; once displayed crescent moon
Yes! Nature has spoken
...
Bayo Salawu, a resourceful researcher, hails from Ibadan, Oyo State, Nigeria. After his primary and secondary education, he proceeded to the Nation's Premier University, University of Ibadan for his first Degree in Linguistics, and second Degree in the Department of English. He is a writer per excellence.)
Death
Death, a creature too you are
Threatening other creatures like you
With that your tuberous club
That yields to no pleading of its victim
Why hitting your tuberous club
On the fresh fruits of the future
And leave behind the corrupt cohorts
That live to shorten man’s life?
Those you’ve invited so far
To that your endless silent party
We buried and on their graves
We laid wreaths and sang dirges
But one day you yourself death
Shall sleep and wake no more
And there will be no soul on earth
To perform your joint janazah
So fear not death my man
It owns no part of your life
But God who gives life to man
And who alone can take man’s life