It’s a little past five
A new day dawns
I reached for a pencil
Day 135 crossed ..
Whimpering on my cradle..
eyes heavy from night’s suckle
Tick tock tick tock..
Now the clocks were louder this time,
My hairline greasing my pillow
I’m sore but maybe just a little more
Her warm embrace ..nature’s call
And Yet drowsy, I muttered
_”Maami Okan mi faa si ile”_

And as the days went by,
Nostalgia sang me a lullaby
Her whispers delightfully devilish
Taunting my every thought
Scourging my very essence
And so,
My mental health limped
Leaning on hope’s crutches
A tad further everyday I’d say
Home isn’t any less faraway

A thousand and one, a thousand and two..
I count the days now faintly, yet in tune
My hope lingers, and my faith weary
Bickering as I approached the end of the tunnel
In my last breath I echoed
“I’d crawl my way into the light”..

Slowly, her voices dimmer
Slowly, my heart now stronger
A journey once before Endless
as finally come to its very end

****

_“Werey! Werey! Kosi packing ni bi bayi o”_
I chuckled and whispered
I’m Home!

The livid taste of bustle and hustle
Garnished with guttery smell And dreadful Noise
Such mix with flavor rare and genuine
Nudges out every...