LET ME WRITE A LETTER - A POEM REMINISCING NIGERIA'S 1950s & 1960s
Let Me Write A Letter I'm foolish to the way out of the carver's house You have boiled me to solid My tired eyelids could therefore close no more For you're the trap that has sprung them The night market has come with its symptoms Now, I blame my eyes that set themselves on you Smooth like sheer butter You're the market entire Never the trinket one buys to forget desire The wood pecker pecks the wood for tomorrow The village weaver has woven the future today Whither we shall eat and be clothed lies in state Has the kiln fired my name with honour? The weaving loom doesn't sag to produce for the new bride Hasten and let us lock horns Feasting from the calabashes of Onilese Fulfilling the tubers, nuts and beads that are customary Olusola ADEJUMO, M'Wings.
