Smoulder of my words
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
19 days ago
Dear beloved wife, I will soon pass away
you alone will walk the thorny terrain
of this jungle mired with wild beast
you will witness the thrust of storm
grow thousands of root in your soil
of sapience with tough trunk of baobab
tree and bear edible fruit
granivore birds will eat your fruits
spread them to sprout and shield you
from the thrust of storm and thunder blast
dear wife, I must have gone
while you leave your life to the full
you will hear the roar of lion
meant to stir you from hide out
be a honeybagger with heart of rock
take your stand with a fearless look
let it be known that you are no prey
then lion will hunt for susceptible prey
and permit you to live your life
hunters will comb the bush
with war song and blood-thirsty
dogs to engage you in combat of death
dear wife, feign a serpent
hide in the grasses of your colour
and fake the hue of leaf
let the echo of their chant die off
then, rise and be on your way
this terrain is entangled with thorns
to bilk you to not earn your goal
watch out before you hurl a step
day will be rowdy
night will be scary
do not sing the rowdy day
let your tongue not stir the scary night
day and night have their yearning
do not listen to the cradlesongs of day
or make the tongue your power-
it's the devil dust
at the heel of harmattan
be a dove
nest in the balcony of vegetarians
take refuge in the temple of the true God
and find favour with length of days
it is the essence of living, dear wife
I might be gone still, I live
in the smoulder of my words
the ideal place to draw your strength!
