When the cock coughs,
to the stream
have I gone —
treading slippery paths
with nimble feet:
to fill
every man’s pot;
To quench the thirst of his needs.
When the sun rises
from his slumber,
to the farm
have I gone —
wobbling through crooked
paths with nimble feet:
to fill every man’s baskets;
To fill the throats of his needs.
When the day yawns
and spread its mat,
to the market
have I gone —
salty droplets dripping
from the
branches of my hair:
to carry every man’s tubers
of burdens;
To rest the legs of his needs.
When darkness
locks the gate of brightness,
to my home
have I gone —
bones cracking noisily,
like shattered pots at the bank of the stream:
to count the harsh cowries
on my weary hands;
To sleep with cries oozing
like the blood of a ritualed goat.
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About The Author: Olasubomi Samuel is a student at Obafemi Awolowo University. He is a prolific fiction artist, poet, and playwright.
He sees writing as a valuable tool to change the world; therefore, most of his works are geared towards impacting the world positively.
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