I.
The sounds of bells,
downstairs maternal grandparents parlor,
still leaves me awaken from my deep sleeps that is never lost.
I feel at home more, whenever I am not at home.
II.
The rubbers plantation lining the road to hometown, made me remembers how laughter was best in the mouth of little children and how happiness, sat best on the faces of poor parents.
I have been on that rubbers plantation when the tree was dealt with by the fiercely fatherly hands of OGD,
he halved us to have it,
he made us not to have it…
III.
A rubbers beautification company we thought shall
sprout from it indolent wombs;
yes, the wonders came without special signals but a diary factory without herds.
And this very road that leads to and out of hometown, two lane, just one has the consolations of asphalt
It has been like that since my days in high School.
It’s still same now that I am the father of a man…
IV
And while I speaks of the ‘goodness’ of Oke-Mosan
I had numberless hands point me to dividends of our democracy
-the death traps on every roads…
But that of Ewekoro is the best resuscitation ways to meet your death…
Papalanto; a hell on earth…
✍🏽2026.
