OUTPOURING BY OJO OLUMIDE EMMANUEL

Sometimes you are laid back, cupped between deep thought and the rumbling that life has measured for you.
You are in want of the right word to pen the situation life has placed you in.
You think you have figured out life only to find out she is a bitch, a crazy tunnel, a mysterious puzzle, a damning maze that has stuck you in its mire.
You count yourself unlucky sometimes, you even break your eyes into a river. your body is her tributary.
you spread your tongue like a mat on the floor of words. you wanted to mete out all that is in your heart on the roof of the sky, you wanted to dry your heart of its tears, its longing, and loneliness.
you know for sure how lonesome this journey of life is & you are all alone, by yourself treading in the dark.
You pray many times with your voice knocking on your ceiling, touching your roof & then it evaporates, some say an angel took it out of your mouth.
God is not far, but your heart is far from your body. You know this because she is cold and silent. She’s not talking & your ears are itchy.
Now you recount how much you have gained, how much you have lost & if there’s a balance at all. Your recount the fairytales you wished to be true--- candlelight kisses under starlight moons, roses sprinkling fragrance on your morrow, or even birds building an orchestra inside your bedroom.
And though you like to wait--- you’ve heard that true love is a vehicle that stops to give beloved rides once in a lifetime, yet, you do not know when your ride shall arrive.
It’s another Saturday and many will forever ride.
You lurch into your room chewing cuds from the beautiful past when morning came soothing with the voice of your lover or at night when the day’s farewell rides you into a dreamland of angels.
& if someday your turn comes, may it be the best ride ever & may the memory be enough for a lifetime.
May she serve you honey made under her bosom.
May the cake of her lips & the milk of her breast satisfy your weary years.
May you find succour in her heart as much as your poems kerchief your floating eyeballs.

Author

Ojo Olumide Emmanuel is the Lead-Editor of Artnews.com.ng