To this summit, unwieldy path.
Oh, yes! Long and tortuous…
Though smithing to its core,
Through those many years of arduous trek,
It was a journey to refine and revive!
And like the sheen on those faces,
Thousands of sepals passed and
Rejigged by your hands, ready to plow,
They shed their brilliance on the path you stride
Ahead, far into the distance.
There lay the pinnacle
In sight but
Unwieldy was the route that led to it
Long and tortuous!
But streamed with the persistent songs of canaries
Then, they came along
One, after the other
A soldier, in the like of an angel
Brandishing a torch and one word,
Though unwieldy the path insists
“You shall never be alone,” he says.
For rather than leave the weak unaided
Wallowing in their burdens
You have saddled your burdens
Doubled-up to lend an ear,
To give a hand and match the legs
Give a life, if it had been fated,
For what is life if it cannot give one.
And for this
From the warm guts of life’s elements
“We have come, even if to ease your burdens
But more, to give a hand, lend an ear and
Match the legs.”
Together, we reach for the height
Where the “full moon chooses to come to us”
Tingeing the blackness of our skin
And the shadows that cross with ease.
Dedicated to Adeojo Kolawole Adeyemi Hannibal, and his birthday buddies, ‘Lutanna and Seun on the occasion of their 2019th anniversary of birth.