I was having drinks with fellow blogger and friend @sicily101 who blogs at http://dtmiil.wordpress.com/ when he very casually asked to see my version of 'Abiku' again. After then, a couple of Abuja Literary Society members have asked same. By demand, here is Abiku.
From me something was hid:
Looking up to a mother so fair
yet troubled in an effort to
from death rescue an accursed son.
Her hand she placed upon my skin,
feeling for a fever:
her solemn expressions,
she replaced with false smiles.
In her voice as sheep, she said
'Remember this moment,
when your mothers hand
heals every trouble of your soul'
'For me lessen the pain,
let me go, as with the next season, I'd return'
Looking up to a mother so fair
yet troubled in an effort to
from death rescue an accursed son.
Her hand she placed upon my skin,
feeling for a fever:
her solemn expressions,
she replaced with false smiles.
In her voice as sheep, she said
'Remember this moment,
when your mothers hand
heals every trouble of your soul'
'For me lessen the pain,
let me go, as with the next season, I'd return'
Adejoh Momoh (momoh.adejoh@gmail.com) can be followed on twitter @adejoh
