Magun Poem by Adeoye Adetoba

The inscription of damnation reads,
Warning of the impending death nestled
In the whorl of pleasure.
Lust, blinding and deaf, in passion sought,
Blots out thoughts and caution but the taste
Of the forbidden fruit to savour.
Magun, like a hunter's trap set in the bush,
Lay in the wait for the straying animal to snare.
Pang! A sudden and vicious death
That strikes the victim like a thunderbolt.
Magun! A sickness with no symptoms
Magun! A death with no infirmity.

In the embrace of illicit passion,
The desecration of trust at the altar of matrimony,
Lay the sting of angry death waiting at descent.
To remain rooted at the height of pleasure
Is to live above the death that stretches for reach.
Cocooned in a bubble of passion that bursts
With the inevitable explosion of orgasm,
The eyes and ears become opened to the glare
Of the awaiting death ominous in mien.
Damnation strikes at descent.
Three times he stumbles and summersaults;
Into the Undertaker's cabin he is laid to rest.
His death was forewarned but embraced
With the sweet cravings embedded in lust.

Woe to the woman
Under the prism of suspicion trapped;
A meat set to the judgement of the lapping tongue,
Mincing teeth and a craving throat she is made;
Innocence soused in guilt preconceived is damned,
Her fidelity becomes the crime to be borne.
Laced with magun to satisfy the hideous soul
Bound in matrimony and plagued with a complex,
Slowly she eases away into the groove of death.
Time, like the passing of sand through the hour glass,
Siphons her existence in tranches to the hereafter,
And the bearer of the poisonous bait just ceases.
Magun! The unjust murderer.