Ijalana Afolabi Poet Ballad

I Saw Him

I saw him
in the zenith of the sun
with a back bent to its angry gaze
His sweat confluenced with the sand on his leg,
spread apart
As his hoe thronged its way through the obstinate
land
To make heaps of hope
In an unperturbed manner.

I saw him
Rose to take the strokes
from the rain
that came with little or no warning clouds.

I saw him
fighting so hard the unwanted guests
around the pregnancy of the heaps
like the Trojans
Though with a sword weary of this cause.

I saw him, again
in the next day
beaming with hopes
for the meager he got for his toils
I saw him.

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