By
Samuel Ayoade
MY HONEYCOMB, MY FEAR
you have come with a honey comb
that descends from the Oduduwa forests
like the cane sugar of the Niger basin
this feeling sweetens my living
like the honey of Israel
you present to me a lively rose
which colour and petals blossom
like the lilies by the limpopo
seeking my mandate again
this feeling is a living being
like liquor, this honey gets me high
from your wine, I am drinking to stupor
the latter end of bitterness is sweetness but I have chewed this kola over and over leaving me sorrowful till morning .
my honeycomb, you are my pride
but let me, my fears make known
will this sweet be sweet ever more?
will this way never be crooked?
won’t it end as an acridness of gall?
TABITHA
Tabitha,
the day that saw us apart
did a great harm to humanity
for the sun stood still
mourning the rupture of our love distill.
the year that called us together
was like the review of eden
and like eternity in preview
wheo we tied our knot of love
and suspended it on the wings of comets
that year saw the coming of eternity
for the earth made two revolutions that year until now that we a-part.
Tabitha,
the name that glosses the lips
with the ointments from Romeo’s parcel
any-wherever you are
remember me
in whatever you do
I love you.
my heart still wanders.
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