…When the Squirrel finds solace in Oluwere;

The race ends, and the hunter leaves with futility…
For everywhere on Oluwere,
Is home to Squirrel.

(I) Green Light
Have you no eyes to see?
Your name lying _lovenly_ on my back.
As my _buba_ slightly opened yesterday;

Have you no heart to feel?
The poisonous bow of love
I feel down in my heart.

Have you no ears to hear?
My sonorous voice singing your _oriki_
Every dawn I trip to the river.

Have you no nose to perceive?
The daily _iru-soup_ I make _Iya Agba_,
It’s never hers but for your love
Which is never recognized.

(ii) Red Signal:
Have you no eyes to see?
When I show you my bleeding heart
Hurting of an unreciprocated love.

Have you no heart to feel?
This inferno caused by your presence,
Burning me furiously every moment you call me ‘sister’.

Have you no ears to hear?
The yearning and wailing in my heart,
Caused by your denied love.
For words I failed to use,
Lest the wrath of the norms, I be scold.

But, have you no nose to perceive?
The odour of a burning heart…
“ATINUKE, YOU HAVE SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE!”
“PUT DOWN THE POT ON THE FIRE!” (Mama calls)
(hiss silently in digust)…this black soup is no stand to my blackened heart –
For verily, this pot shall with sponge wash anewed,
“…Mine only by your love-sponge be made refreshed…” My wish! (Though)

But, my squirrel now finds solace in Oluwere.

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(c) February, 2019


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