Holding On.................. Poem by omoloja yusuf

HOLDING ON……………………..
In the beginning of my youth
I never knew consequences
That the gun pushes you back
When triggered, I never knew

I now know why the caged bird
Sings, with beak onto the air
And tail wrapped together of
Feathers, it sings of freedom
of not having to depend on
you for the daily count of corn

I would sometimes look onto the
Heaven trying to locate Allah and
See how much angle his gaze is away
From me,

These iron chains are made of what?
He has left me in this burrow to dine
With flies, sleep in company of the dark
Naked night, but why am I caged



See the ugly criss-crossed feather bird
Free, gyrating the land like the wind
Going anywhere she likes

But one day I remembered how I use to
Hold-on, how I use to hold-on to the rope
Of Allah

Then I kept to holding on, holding onto the
Rope that never breaks, onto the rope of life

In the break of the morn when I never expected
For the cloud were white free of rain, and the wind
Was a friend telling us to take solace

The rain came
To bless my life
Now that the rain has finally come, I'm still holding-on
For more; family, love, children and to die a muslim

YUSUFF `SOLA OMOLOJA