You are a different kind of medication, Charity.
A prodrug, you get activated when patient compliance to your regimen is optimum.
Let our eyes brighten. as they, together, dance.
Let our thoughts hum. to a synchronous rhythm.
Let us hear our scents. like the natives say.
Your love is firm, like ground under-feet.
You remain the Rock of Ages.
It is liberating, like wind untamed.
When I first saw her,
When you came to me,
I once said, Wámiwálé, Dúródèmí.
Come find me at home.
Wait for me there.
Now I say, Wámiwábí, Dúrótìmí.
Íbo ni lé?
(Where is home?)
Home is green.
Rainforests and rivers.
Marshland and molluscs.
Praise calls unto the thudding drums,
and the voices- a medley of the sonorous, thunderous, warm, sweet, shrill and rusty.
A baptist worked with a single aim
For that was why he came
To tell of “He” that would soon be
Of he who would pay the fee.
A piece on the phases of ageing, with a bit of rhyme.
Part I: ENERGY
(-But this was kindergarten, a long time ago.)