ASAKE

                                       

                                           

Pretty of tall ambition

Pretty of all nation,

Of your flawless beauty and purity,

Perfect in curves, lass of knowledge.

Dark goddess, of silver teeth,

Of short but shiny hair,

Of your slim and tender temple

To be great was your dream,

To be master of all,

With sunrise on her side,

. . . Until the rape?

Should I call it ball game?

Or the fall of Eden

Or better been deceived for apple,

You cried but was gone,

King treasure of all season stolen, you said

He laughed at your pain,

He laughed at your stain,

For a season a seed spring forth in you

Could it be dream?

Or funny stream of love,

It dawn on you, not dream,

But reality of your mistake,

You cried, am a child carrying a child

Too late! Spilled milk on the floor,

Messed up, trashed down, ambition gone,

Hope of tall ambition ceased,

Child to care for a child

Sadden, swollen, trodden,

You sat down resigned to fate.

Until glimpse of hope,
your only hope, an inner cry of redemption,
Yes, fallen but not broken, beaten but still alive,
I will survive you cried ! I will survive!!
toiling as months turns to years,
You went, you saw and you conquered!

© Funmi Adeyemo 2016