Transition

We are travellers on this terrestial plane where acorns are consumed in tinder season oaks fell by angry hurricane robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw haughty araba viciously murdered for standing on progress impatient path omo succulent spine constantly curry carver's merciless scythe okere's throaty tunes ricochets in the hunters pot flaccid bellies beat rumbling rhytm like agba drum on festival day but turgid tummies growl like hungry hounds bamboos nubile wist receive romantic thrust of amorous wind while obeche lay immobile on agbegilodos sturdy spine Uncle Tunji and Demola,siamized brethens,your drum slit in mid-throb,when feets gathered for cerebral dance of consummation,the beat stilled by scarlet thread of filial tyranny on muted noon,your blood, a libation on their carvenous conscience,you raced to eternity,chasing hopes elusive light on our treacherous terrain,your tender spine succumbed sheepishly to their thirsty canine........................................ Musa,mauled in march after the rigours of planting when harvest scent fill the senses with delirious pleasure and crunchy taste of sweat intoxicate the mind,you were consumed in the hurricane of hatred ignited by your passionate quest the for the light in this mythic maze,your magnetic mien attracted envious arrows another scalp in their wicked pouch............................................. Dayo,a rippening fruit that attract envious glance from salivating labial dangling on the crest of lolling waves plunged into ancient gullet of seductive lips.................... Never again the tender hand that coerce comfort into troubled spine,nor warmth to fan assurances of reality into doubting souls,no more soft words from your unending brook of care, no more the listening lobe sifting through our ton of worries no canopy to shade our earth from the scorge of merciless sun............................................................................................................................