By
Onawale Femi Simeon
Mother’s love in the days of my awaited dreams
When my fate was unknown and unpredictable
And didn’t know how less or much a fortune life has in store for me
Neither do I know: Wine or Vinegar
does life’s jar contain
When my hands were still shaky unsure of what to write on the paper of kismet
When reality is yet to behold my destiny
And people: to exclaim of my greatness or horrified at my misfortune
When my weak hands were yet to fight and win wars of glory
And was young, looking at so large a world: asking “where do I go?”
And wasn’t sure to what path I tread: to doom or glory
And wouldn’t know if the palm of my hands bear for me blessings or curse
When my tomorrow was just a black and white TV yet to get a clear signal
And no one around me would bank on it
Or a prophet would say- you have a bright future
And wasn’t sure if of all the inhabitants of the earth, the creator hears my prayers
My black mother wouldn’t throw me away, nor would she forsake me
She was the only light that guided my path
The only one that got my back
The only solace from my harsh reality
And my all, in sorrow and in pain
The cracked moon
I sat all by myself
Among thorns and flowers
Mother earth sleeping and pacific
Showered in the blissful and graceful
Fluorescent of the moon
High above and proud
Brightly shines in her youthfulness
The never ageing mistress
Majestic in her declination
Flamboyant in her Royal grandeur
Mastering the ceremony of the night
Ruling in the assemblage of the stars
Motionless in her librations
The song of my cradle
I gently voice unto her
And lovingly, her face cracked into a smile.
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