Sojourner
For greener pastures
He quests the no man's land.
Unknown to him, Goodies splatter
at his bosom...
His abode,
A village where olds
are stigmatized:
Witches and Wizards.
To be old is a sin.
Deep into the Night
He exits to defecate
the spirit of the darkness:
thick and wild.
birds squeal, ants whistle.
Evils are deed of the night.
Daylight, innocence rbeads
on every face... he perceives.
He feared more evils
Dreams and screams to life
Leaves him to wonder...
Soon he will leave
So, he thinks always
River at the village extreme
Domestics, works and life depend
Behold she appears
Black ebony and beautiful
The mermaid (Iyemoja);
the river goddess beckons
half human
Half fish
Alas! he turns back
fly the calabash away
and take to his heels
indeed, he halucinates
He feared more evils
Dreams and screams to life
Leaves him to wonder
Soon he will leave
So, he thinks always
The voice of the spirit calls:
Sojourner to no man's land
Reasearch and discover the goodies
at home
For,
if you sojourn for years
one day you return home
If the goats seek survival at daylight
at dawn it returns home
Heed the words of the elders
Remember.
Copyright © Nurudeen Olaniran | Year Posted 2012
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