I WHINED MY WAIST ROUND THE WORLD,A WHILE AGO – Onatola Abiodun

Added by admin on September 14, 2023.
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I.
The World is at peace with self.
The day no longer tell dawn to closed eyes for night to see
And clocks no longer sing that sonorous songs it sang while we was young.

Colourful quests
and black no longer signals to red
like mutant in Mumdial meet
to speak truth to whosoever cares
and the shortened black hand
confusing still

I sent my next door neighbor son to check what time it is
and he responded,’seven quarters to nine’.
I let myself away from wilful corrections as I swim gingerly away from ‘Daradele River’,the very stream that bath our heads as we returned with grandfather from his farm to feed,
What an eon years I still remember how we connected through boats, rivers around hometown – Ikenne.
And today again,looking out of my windows into the World,I still found the World peaceful still

A Russian missiles fired into Ukraine killed Sixteen.
Bless be God for blessing my misty eyes with this ‘sweet sorrow’
And indeed I can testify

we are happier than our forefathers…
© Ire 1805.
2023.