I will surely get back to you when I come online.
The rising and falling
of men,
Are tied to fate,
What a mystery!
Struggling and hustling
Scare and stare at me,
The society has placed me
on a scale,
Questioning my singlehood.
The ears filter fantasy from reality
The leaking lips
will get tired,
They are friendly foes
In trousers and skirts.
Many battles have I fought,
I have lived in old days,
This, my third reincarnation,
No hands will thwart my fate.
I have come a long way,
On this journey of vision,
I'll rewrite my wrongs,
Fate must be fair,
Or heaven and hades
will be let loose.
To my fated companion
bear with me,
I will surely bring you home,
Patience a virtue.
What will be, will be,
If fate say yes or no,
Nigeria's economy oils our sufferings,
But never will I give up.
Soon will I gather my kinsmen
for a feast,
But let me pay the price
for my kids,
Before I'll pay dues to tradition,
My sweat, the pacesetter.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2024 01:45
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on fate. Men go through a lot to succeed in life. Most times some do things that are shameful to make it in life, probably by soiling their hands in animal or human blood. Here in Nigeria, the economy alone can frustrate men from succeeding. The poet persona gives hope to his future wife to be patient that all will be fine. He the persona wants to pay dues to save his unborn children from poverty, before he pays dues to tradition to bring his wife home. Ogadinma! It's well!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A most satisfying view of oneself in the spectrum of time. Nicely said.
Thank you Sir for your insightful submission on my poems.
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