I see a seed of white colouration,
And pink pigmentation.
Manually easy to divide,
Not ritually difficult to provide.
I see the financially easy to handle,
A culturally accepted candle.
Announcer of a host’s good wishes,
Much more treasured than his dishes.
A proof of the giver’s honest intention
And summary of his cheerful disposition.
Alligator pepper is its errand boy,
Content to seem all through its toy:
Garden eggs readily surrendering its portfolio,
Their services adjusted relatively hollow.
Very correct to link it with West Africa
And just as flawless with The Tropical;
Consumer keep impressing its pleasant bitterness:
A continual patience with its induced giddiness…
The gods are served the best kolanut
To have the mouth of Evil amazingly shut!
Gods of our land, this is Kola!
Food by your very own hands baked,
Which breathes life into us.
He who brings Kola brings life,
Here in my hands is Kola.
May hospitality never leave us,
May peace forever in our abode reside.
May our brothers never betray us
and let our sisters in cordiality bask.
May the osùn on our sisters' faces
always delight us.
Let there be man and woman, boys and girls,
Affront your altar may we stand in holy matrimony,
And may Òsun bless our wombs
with great children.
May there be life here
and in our neighbour's obi,
May our own òbí never mourn us.
Olódùmarè, may your eyes shine on us always,
Let Ògún's iron shield cover us,
?bálúayé on us breathes health,
And Sàngó's thunder pour rainfall.
He who brings Kola brings life,
In my hands here is Kola.
May it always keep our souls alive,
Now and when we breathe away life.
Kola a froggie from Lake PeGrumptoon
A hop, a skip, and a jump-to the moon
But it was so sad
His wife on the pad
Got hopping mad- Kola ate a baboon
Her face with liquid eyes of brown,
trusting upon my arm lies down.
My fingers gently stroke velvet ears.
She looks at me and shows no fear.
I place a kiss between her eyes,
she licks my face one last time.
As her eyes slowly close,
rhythm of breathing starts to slow.
Stethoscope placed against her heart.
Those words "She's gone now" miles apart.
My tears flow strong, free, unchecked.
It's a decision I'm still not over yet.
For A Rambling Poets contest
What's my theme....Death of a pet
Placement: 2nd place