ALIQUANDO

ALIQUANDO!

Aliquando!

As the journey went to and fro

Pilgrims trying to keep up their steps

And the bookworms not missing their preps

At that time where was my place

Aliquando!

When comers would have to go

Mourners weeping out their eyes

And nothing seeming to stop the cries

At that time how was my face

Aliquando!

When the spark started to glow

The cock began to crow

And ‘twas time for me to grow

At that time I began my days

Aliquando!

As the child would have to grow

Not needing lullaby for sleep

And listening ready to creep

At that time I woke from daze

Aliquando!

When your ground you would hoe

Without one helping you

And crops must come anew

At that time I had my hays

Alliquando!

As it is time to go

But I speak of time now

With so much crossing my brow

At this time I know my ways

Aliquando!

Do you want to know?

It’s once upon a time

And told story of a clime

At that time I would’ve had my place

Aliquando!

As it’s seven days to go

Aye seven to one

The one I was born

At these times they are my days

          Orjiebele Malachy (Ibadan, March 13, 2012 – A  day after Chieme left)