Of seasons and Time – a poem

Bukola Owo-Bello Poems

a pullet goes missing on a new year eve

not to the surprise of the village clan.

it’s the season to regale and neighbours hitherto foes mend their vices

for the give and take of rice and fried chicken, ornate display of means not possessed.

The naive animal meets it death.

It does not know that it’s beloved owner is the same evil that ended it life when it was the right time season.

A lady cries herself to stupor on her friend’s wedding day.

It’s not out of malice or spite but it’s her 35th year on earth and not a ring on her finger.

Neigbours gather to scorn and laugh at her on her 50th best lady gig.

She cries herself to stupor oblivious of times and seasons

Does she know that love will ever find her in the recesses of her fagged heart and that will be her time and season?

Written by BUKOLA OWO-BELLO

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