Last night,my mother whispered to my ears..
Alabi,you have grown to become a man-
The moment one find his purpose on earth,
He becomes a man.
Your father has bequeathed his seeds unto you,
Your *oguro* will rather come from a poe-tree than palm-tree.
If t'is be my last breath on earth,
I'd leave imprints of a female on your footsteps,
See ! A man is triggered by what he sees,
A woman tri-guard,by what she hears...
Chasm...charm...words.
That was all your father needed,
to get even *Okara* on his mat.
But what happens when a woman sees petrichor-
in none but a poet ?
Her afterlife becomes painted on a stage,
When others see scars-
She see stars.
When a woman loves a poet,
She's forever young-like *ewe abamoda*....
Her ears reverberates with the echoes of a mic,
Her dreams recurring in bonfire cracks...
Alabi,tell her-
Tell that woman that makes you dance on river beds,
A woman who loves a poet is a deity,
Her magnamity is equal to that of-
*Oya Okara*,the acclaimed woman of *Olukoso*..
*Olomu-roro*,the icon of *Saki Okere*..
*Efunsetan*,the fierce woman who has gold in her grove...
*Orompoto*,the monarch whose name rings a bell in *Oyo*...
A poet is a warrior,
Haven't you heard that *ireke oni-ibudo* ?
A poet has no basement,
Today in Calabar,tomorrow in Kalabari..
But once the abyss of a poet's heart lurch,
Not even fireflies can invade it...
Or haven't you seen how Nkechi beam radiantly than the morning sun,
Nkechi- the mystery behind Komolafe's undying poe-tree ?
Behind every successful man,
is a woman whose *gele* reaches the sky..
Behind every acclaimed poet,
is a woman whose colours ignite the pact of Osumare..
Tell her,
whisper to Desola in the streams of darkness,
She is a magic-
she who loves a poet.
*©BALOGUN YUSUF GEMINI.*
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