Strange Adventure Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Never knew the road is bumpy
Never envisaged any trepidation
Full of optimism of a babe
The baggage is packed
In company of strange fellows
The shoe shod hits unmapped tracks
Meandering through deserts
Wrestling with dust and dunes
We Marched through the scorching sun
Hoping to see the land of gold soon

Alas, this journey seems longer
Than the expected
But seeing co-sojourners
Rekindled our hopes
In the den, night upon night
Day by day
The trip became endless
Fatigues set in,
Joy fizzled out,
Thirst and hunger flogged us
Many are now sick
Deaths started knocking at the door
Corpses are abandoned
For ravenous birds to relish

Suddenly, our hope resurfaced
We are finally at the sea shore
It's last leg of the trip
But ocean threatened and roared
Billow raged like a hungry lion
No option at our disposal
We must cross the angry meditterranean sea
To tread on that dreamland
Full of gold and silver

Under the moonlight
Our rickety boat arrived
One by one we sluggishly entered
Fear, despondence and insecurity
Now took over our minds
But there was no option
The trip must continue
Deep into the sea
Our hope sunk completely
The boat gave way
Many lives were lost again
Few were rescued, resuscitated, quarantined
And condemned to a refugee camp
No gold seen,
No silver found
No paradise anywhere
Our liberties are gone
We are entangled
Completely on this strange trip
Hoping to go back our roots