MY COMING by S. A. David

Category: lyric, free verse

After a period of one
And a score;
In Yakubu Gowon’s four walls,
Sailed I from
The Confluence to
Eweka’s dynastic city.

Greeted by the torrents
Of the July rain,
Embraced by the body
Of the rainy winds,
Smiled at by peers; and
Kissed by mama’s holy kitchen.

After hours of twenty
And four,
I drew a scale
Of preference
And ticked my goals
For the next clock.

I sailed by road
To the house
Of legal tender.
I prayed before
The tender dispenser
And she granted my transaction.

And then I decided
To further fly by road
To the King’s square
To answer their wishes.
I entered the gentlemen’s
Cab; and off we flew.

My face was striked
By the gentlemen
Of the highway;
People of the underworld,
Men, women.
Girls, boys.

Alone I carried our sorrows
Stricken by these
Gods and goddesses of the moment,
Smitten by them, afflicted.
I was bruised for no transgression,
Crushed for no iniquity.

The punishment that enriched them
Was upon me.
By my tears,
They smiled to the bank.
By my grief,
They drove to shopping.

Surely, I took and bore
Their poverty.
Surely, I was the lamb
For their greed.
Surely I paid the price
For their not being broke.

Flung off the automobile
By these gentlemen
Of the highway.
Callous they were,
Tears gushing;
Lysosome unstopped.

By the miracle I found myself
In the company
Of my respectable family.
Lysosome unstopped still,
And mama reminding me;
Men don’t cry.

My eyes still raining
Not ashamed I was
For men are humans
And men should cry
Because, some a time
Crying is the only option.

My raindrops
Reminded me that life is
Fair and unfair.
These very gentlemen
Feel that nature and society
Have cheated them.

These gods and goddesses
Have not been loved
They are cold fish
With no iota of warmth
Even in these,
I love them still.

It was a blessing
Yea,it was;
My coming.
It was a blessing
To them;
My coming.