Sunday Ekele
@sundayekele118463
1 year ago
#POUNDED YAM
White pounded sumptuos meal
Thick solid from heavy poundimg
Mortar and pestle did the poundimg
The thudding echoed far away
Sweat perspired her face
Mother scooped the white pounded
From mortar to bowel
Draw soup with fresh cow meat on fire
The flavor filled the milieu
Broom turner stirred the soup
The aroma pervaded the compound beyond
Mother stirring and testing the soup on palm
She nodded, 'good soup' she uttered
I appeared with folded white long sleeve
I squeezed the white pounded meal
Ate it, sweet taste; honey taste
I mixed it with the draw soup
Wao! Delicious! Palatable! Bon appetit
My relatives all gazed at me, ' good meal'
They laughed; the laughing unabated
Then I gazed at their eyes direction
A terrible soup stain on my white shirt
Shamed, I abandoned my flavor meal
To shirt flavorless meal
From sumptuos meal to disgraceful meal
The memory of the opprobrium lingered
I would had dined in my private room
Than been served in the family dining room
I prefer private disgrace
To public disgrace
The former unknown
The latter known
The news spread like fire
The former spread by hire.
