the WARRIOR'S tale: A POEM
the Warrior's tale: A POEM
Come! come!! come!!!
Let me tell you
Oginidi!
Come! I want to tell you
I want to tell you a tale
A tale of years gone by
Of a mother's sorrow
Her bitterness and anguish
Of a mind made old by pain
Come! come!! my son, sit
The days have rushed by
The moonlights are no more
Listen my son
The words are of pain
Of a mother's anguish
A walk through thorny gutters
A tale of tales
It was in those days
When the streets were made of bushes
The children ran naked under the rain
And the red mud was our beautiful home
Those days when pretty maidens danced for our delight
And sent hearts of men on fire
Valiant men wrestled for a crown under the Iroko tree
As the villagers cheered
Those days were colder than winter
We hid under many clothes
And cuddled all day and night
It was those days when the drizzle gave us no rest
From morning till night it showered
It was those days
Those days when our fathers gave food to carved wood
And called it their god
A whole lot of years have trekked by
Like the shower of rain after a drought
Everything was beautiful
I heard his laughter a million miles away
My heart was the fridge of his soul
He conquered me with his smile
It was delightful, more than the colours of rainbow
He stood tall like a warrior, he was my hero
He was a champion, a winner and the owner of my soul
He cherished it, loved and nursed it
I knew no man but him
We were so young
Lost in love
I dreamt of him each day and night
Because my soul begged to love him forever
In his eyes, I saw my life
My world, my love
Carved with the pen of perfection
His beauty was intimidating
But, he left me
To the world beyond, he journeyed
Many years of years have counted
But my soul still beg for his love
In this earth, I found nothing but sorrow
The warrior's tale...
A piece of creative writing by
Alexander Thandi Ubani
©®Copyright 2014
A Poet, Playwright, Writer and Thespian
