Bolami lawal

Abiku's Plight - Poem by Bolami lawal

Palm oil and cowries,
Three pieces of bean cakes
At three cross roads;
Naked dances in the market place
Branded names and
Frequent incisions;
Its a roller coaster of stiff emotions
In a weird atmosphere

Years after years
We sing daily praises
Seasons upon seasons
We burnt ceaseless incense
White wrappers and white poker dots;
As the bond grew stronger
The ritual increases,
Even in all these....
She was only a mirage

Its an odd addiction;
Far beyond her faintly reach
And each time she called,
She seek to gather the
Fragments of her past
Its a vicious circle,
An unusual compromise;
A price she must pay

She is fair and slim
The fairest of her kind,
And for this; i guess she must pay
So, for several seasons
She waited on the roll
To honour her call;
A-b-i-k-u-u-u o-o-o
And there she goes....
Wrestling; but to no avail

So, finally; she yielded the will
Paying her allegiance to the ultimate source
Feeling no fetters
As she performs the familiar rite;
Stripping the bonds of many years
In the split of a moment....
Beyond these wailing voices
Lies her fate
And for a little while;
Abiku rest her plight

Comments about Abiku's Plight by Bolami lawal

  • (7/8/2012 10:29:00 AM)

    Fitting homage to one of the great Yoruba myths. Well done! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 7, 2012

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