The Lion Untamed Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

I wrote this poem about this time,6th July 2018 as inspired by my current situation then, leaving home to Abuja where I hope to have greener pastures and bearing in mind that I had an to care for my ailing mom. It's 2024, and a whole lot has happened since then. Being reminded of this poem today by Facebook filled me with both a sense of satisfaction as I have achieved more than I had ever thought I could, and that of a deep sense of nostalgia as there won't be any corn roasting anymore for at the hearth by the eastern shore of the Ethiope and no old stories to tell as I will have to be the new story teller now that Mama's hearth has died out and even the ashes thereof have gone cold and the adventurer keep sailing and have no idea when I shall see Ethiope the Magnificent again. But I just hope that one day the new stories shall be told in a more grand and glorious way in no distant time. Talking too much? Let's pause for the now.