A Tale for Su’eddie
O’ look sir,
up a-spread the pulsating sky,
O’er the little shining stains
…..of Night darkly attired gown,
Look! there, the big rounded rock,
not frowning at all as it carries a folk
a Man’s atop holding a gourd,
filled of wine from the inns of Gods,
he takes a gulp,
from the gourdfull of wine,
stared for like a spinning or more,
to stir-in the wine he gulped at once,
“he he he!” he’d busted to laughter.
“ha ha ha!” the Gods be fadging,
haa-‘d! so merrily in turns at time,
has all had come; gathered to revel?
for he’d claimed his seat
…….amidst of the Gods!
– psalisu. (28th Feb. 2015)
(written for the poet Su’eddie V. Agema, in tribute to writer Abubakar Gimba, and my grandfather, who lived a yearhundred and more)