The Hunter's Heart Poem by Oluwanisola Oguntuase

He toils through wailing sails,

Cold spring makes him shiver,

Rays folded in the dark clouds,

On the scallops he lay,

Yet he quivered not.

Though his target escaped,

Another he trapped,

Still it was rotten.

Ashamed he returned home,

Hungry his clan echoed,

Dejection thrills his body,

Weak his trigger felt,

Forcefully he had to return.

His aim now filled with uncertainty,

Surely he said, My heart is strong!

This is what am made for!

Thin slice of volume fills his drum,

Carefully he stood, watchful and alert.

Here comes the most dreaded sapphire,

Sunk in the heart of the rocks.

Today no escape, surely it's mine!

His contours bulged like an inflated ballon,

One arrow and his target was maimed.

It's the day of victory, salute to perseverance!