A PAINED PEN SPEAKS...
What shall I write?
Shall I write a prose
Of endless fountain of words
Continuously outpouring
Like Ikogusi Cool Spring?
Shall I write a play
Of life-like exchange of words
Like Olympic relay sprinters
Pass onto one and another the baton?
Shall I write a poem
Of entangled verbiages of words
Which hone the slumbering brain
Like the whetstone does the dead sword?
Why shall I write?
Shall I write for this rocky land
Where no green grass grows
Except with growl and wriggling
Like a whip-lashed hungry angry dog;
And like a gun-sought snake
Hoping to escape deathly gunshots' kisses?
I am that pained pen
Whose ink boils but spews calm words
Cementing crumbling or cracking walls
And quelling nose-stiffening dust,
Cheerfully parading the body-calming air.
I am that pained pen
Who catapults silent shouts
Into wooly un-hearing ears
So that hearts may be soft
As the gentle mother earth.
I am that pained pen
Getting fettered flayed bleeding skins
Un-pained...
WRITER'S BIO:
Yusuff Uthman Adekola, presently a student of the University of Ibadan, is a campus journalist, a poet and an essayist who believes in the correctional cum enlightening power that the pen commands. He can be reached via +2348166599760 ; adekolayusuff@gmail.com ; FB: facebook.com/adecaller01
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