My friend, Akinola bade me:
I go to farm.
And his farm later I was,
But the weeds, have overgrown the crops.
My girl, Yetunde said to me:
I go to fetch.
No sooner the stream I reached.
But the water was as calm as the sleeping oil.
As I sauntered through the narrow path
There I saw two souls on the igneous rock
Holding tightly unto one each other
And sharing the secrets of life lips to lips.
Grief and tears apprehended me
Then I remembered the prayers of Voltaire:
Lord please save me from my friends,
I can take good care of my enemies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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