ELEWELE

 

I come in peace

For an Elewele

Rustic feeling of an exhale

Not a distant feeling

Like a strainer leaking the ointment of secrecy

Not enough to distance a bedlam of hope

And the ragged paths of Elewele

Are just the harvest of hope

Like some sickled eyelashes of the mawmaw

Jostling the jigsaw notes

Of the past

And the present,

sown in tedious note ;

In ablative cesspit of honour

He raced along leeching on drenched feathers

To nag the plugging distance of strife  that has no end

So the long journey to the ignoble feat of life.

 

Elewele  laughs

Elewele threw up the jaded gourds to the beats

Elewele laughs

Elewele dances

The staccato of laughs and of dances  

To the  leap  of sudden trance

Of not knowing,

It was a dance of no return

Even when the peace will not come.

 I come in peace.