Written By Precious M. Oludare
I have come to know that I am meant to be the
one always in a dry night, with the moon
dropping in its ears the tales of my mornings
and afternoons; how the market is a clumsy old
dungeon and my feelings for the ladies at the
yellow oceans
Who says the moon is a dim bulb? That
sometimes I find glee each time I whisper
and vomit all my sorrow and its ray only
soaked it up like a cold bird warming its
wings by the heat. Looking up to the sky,
inhaling the breath of the leaves and gazing
the fire-flies around. Who then saysnight is dark?
I cannot say the world is a dark hole we crawlin
when we we have the sun for the day. And the moon
for the night.
With the help of the moon and stars, I have learnt
to cast my qualms on hungry leaves as the moon
lightens my heart burdens