Calabash from the petals...
Cannot withhold all the joy in her heart
A long way from home
Though all path fade away and travail becomes deeper
for an ordeal to conquer
Papa always away at the stable...
Mama's millstone is never quite in slumber
Beads dancing round the fire
Enjoying the breathe of a new palmwine
Feathers flyng in the wing of summer
Breeze blowing up the cover of imaginations
Pot too hot to hold erasing the memories of tale...
Propelling the courage to thrive
Faith to cross the breached bridge of emotion
Boundaries without sweat and blood
Nor a lifeless pod?
Ajoke is my name!