Hers is a life of abundance
Yet emptiness abound,
Her sun has past its glow for
It rose before her dawn,
Her shadows stretch to the
crossroad,
Her web is knit for she
desires not mosquitoes.
Men in her life rumbles and
roars like
The Lagos bar beach, they
Cause more pain than gain.
She looks very intimidating
But a tender sun melts her
cream away.
Love to her has gone with the
wind
She can only echo old men
transmissions.
Mama desires her
grandchildren,
Papa awaits the suitor’s palm
wine,
Her job is now her love
And her hope she cannot hold.
She may 'kognomized' a man to
the altar
And make him a career,
She may take solace in
religion and mentor the young.
She may end up a single
mother
Waiting for a gold digging
‘mugu’ that
Becomes her show bag,
She may end up a big aunty in
a TV or Radio talk show.
©2011
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