I Will Pound For You
I WILL pound for you
with my arms
filled to the brim
with the strength of Africa.
With my breath,
pure like the crystal sky,
in its unperturbed hour,
I will pound.
I will pound for you.
I will trek the pot-filled path of Akoko
down to Ikare
in search of a pestle.
I will traverse the thickest forest
like OgbojuOde
down to Ekiti
in a quest for the procurement of a mortar.
I will pound for you.
Three seasons, I'll work and watch,
with sweat and sweet mind,
the tubers breed the yams.
Three times, I'll keep you at the edge of the seat
with rhythm of the pestle and mortar
as they press the yams in heartless manner
and fill your belly to its protrusion like Olori-aya.
Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2015
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