Kayanmata Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

I used to be a brainac
Till she washed my brain
In the pool of stupidity
In a short while,
All my brain cells were drained
I lost all senses
To the sensational touch
Of her succulent hands.

I ran her errands for love's sake
But, at the sight of men who care
I hear in fainty tones ''Kayanmata''
How that became my name,
I couldn't tell
Sources claimed it was nothing,
But a spell.
But, Wetin concern una for my matter?
I asked arrogantly
I wasn't bothered
Nothing, but her comfort
To me was all that matters.

I was just at the tip
Of spelling out love for a witch
Who stormed my world
In an angel's coating.

I brought the world to her feet
Each of her needs I sorted
Through thick & thin
Now she took my all while leaving
But my cracked heart left
For mere breathing.

With a deep sense of pride
I mean one that beats all forms
Amaka wakes daily as the bride
To my town's own chief
And it gets more painful
For I can only fume
Right within the walls
Of this muddy room.

Though, I am awake
For ages, I have been asleep
I have been bewitched
No one told the foolish me better
Kayanmata! was the witty song
My tamed brain couldn't
Decode, but sing.

I am now at the gate
Of the stingy mens' clan
I am the new wizard
To whom gifts,
But charms makes no taboo

Now, I am by the street gate
Wheezing at every moving skirt
After a lustful gaze
And this way, I will remain
Till her gender mates pay.

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.