ABIKU

 

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'

Adejoh Momoh (momoh.adejoh@gmail.com) can be followed on twitter @adejoh

FROM THE GALLERY

With tears smart,

I watched from the gallery

as the straps grip

firmly held him in place.

Tears flowed from my eyes

just as they flowed

when dagger

to my fathers chest he drew.

My lover of me asks,

'how is it that your eyes tear?

when without thought,

he made you fatherless'

To sum it all, 1 + 1 =2,

what justice do I find in two deaths?

aBIKu

Wrote this a very long time ago, after I read Soyinka's version of Abiku.... Please leave your comments: they are the only things that keep me writing.

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'