of seasons and time
a pullet goes missing
on a new year eve
not to the surprise of the village clan.
it’s the season to regale
& 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 time and season
it does not know of times and seasons.
A lady cries herself to stupor
it’s her friend’s wedding day
not out of malice or spite
it’s her 35th year on earth
And not a ring on her finger
Neigbours gather to scorn and laugh
It’s 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 it will be her time and season?
Written by BUKOLA OWO-BELLO
