The Hunt Not For Contest

Our guns were pregnant with bullet Bullet pregnant with desire to eat bush meat Our hunting dogs roamed up and down Pregnant with desire to eat bush meat We went as a group we were three and a half Three strong men and me the half I handed a cutlass and a bag What need of me, but with them I did surf I was so small then At times, me, they did shun But many a day the oldest of them said the boy be shunned none After a long walk we reached a fearful bush Our hunting dogs soon spread, a marathon in the bush What animal caused this run? None knew But sure, our hunting dogs were smart, no trash In a farther distance the bush was shaking We crouched with gun poised; it is coming Appeared dogs chasing a beaver; hissss Bellow expectation, well, after its, our legs was running Run and run and run, the beaver was stubborn Our bones were weary, the beaver was stubborn It went into a hole; we dug and dug and dug For the day, all efforts were barren Our hearts wore agbada of gloom Our mouths said no world nor hum The audience birds gave a mockery smile As we made our way back home In a farther distance along the way We were almost reached home, our stay Appeared a gad grasscutter With fury all hunters gave it a slay Easier to kill beneath our full force for Killing; then, downed to us the work of the creator Achieving a goal is not by one's ability We went off, the days joy was sure This was a real life story. It happened when we first relocated to our house in Ifeoluwa Fiwasaye area. The area was busy then, and hardly a complete building in our surroundings. For we, my parents were first to build house there. Six months after, we had a companion, but the people in the house were hunters. So I did follow them. Our effort on that day was immense to somewhat, we hardly walked home. However.... Agbada is big cloth, commonly wear during occasion. It is a Yoruba word.