You have to set forth
at the genesis of a new day like dawn,
a spirit forming within you till you let it halve you,
till you let it have you,
all that are fully grown,
good feelings you never can tell.
Till you let it make you, the theatre for its dramatic performance and everyone, the spectators for this lifetime watch.
Some drowsy before the denouement and some keep their eyes fixated on you, till you fade into good images, cataracts, counter reacting…
Till you let it mould you, into something people take you for, the very something you had wish you are.
Then for all this years play along, for how well can you better proof that the egg was both the chicken and hen, before its becomes what it hatched into.
How long shall you tell it that the Child is the parent of its parent.
Then you turned your compounded self into entrance of grand arrival,
where sweet smells meets sensual secrets and floral flirts with fierce…
By Abiodun Onabanjo-Onatola
