Songs of Anisha
The clock ticked loudly as her hands moved round
And the bleats of the horns of okadas and cars
Gave way, as I stood and her mechanism wound
To the bleats of the goats in the street and yard
Newspaper hawkers, for their tooting renowned
Were silenced now by waters lapping in the lagoon
And as darkness fell, the howl of a solitary hound
Led the soundtracks and me to the silent moon and to sleep soon…
“Waiting For My Love,”
by Adeola Ikuomola
How farther has the night gone into the woods?
How closer is the birth of another beautiful day?
How deeper into the ocean floor are the sharks?
How much longer do I have to wait for my love?
The sea has written his enduring love letter to me
And the moon mutters his intentions all night long
The wind waves his magic wands before my face
But my love for my love is a fountain in my heart
I will wait much longer for the owner of my heart
Even when thick darkness envelopes the world
His lamp of love maintains the purity of my heart
Never to be defiled by the filthy hands of vanity
Affix colourful petals and sepals on my garments
And spray perfumes on my pillowcases and ribbons
Very soon we will meet and mend our broken hearts
With the pieces from the many hearts we have broken
Here comes my love on the wings of the dawn breeze
Hurrying triumphantly towards my outstretched arms
To have a cool drink from my divinely purified fountain
Faithfully concealed from hydro carbonated streams
How much farther has the night gone into the woods?
How much closer is the birth of another beautiful day?
How much deeper into the ocean floor are the sharks?
And how more refreshing are the embraces of my love!
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