POETRY: POEM OF THE DAY - OTUNSHA, YOU LIED



                     OTUNSHA, YOU LIED

                                  The women from my hometown must break
                                  At least one clay pot a month on their way to
                                  The stream.
                                  This was the tradition of the land.
                                  But Otusha has never broken a pot before.

                                  Otunsha, the clay pots you refused to break
                                  In your youth are now the still borns in your womb.
                                  For every clay pot must cry upon hitting the earth
                                  But yours never came down and so shall your ears
                                  Never witness that cry of a baby arriving the earth.

                                 An Alago man is a vessel of piousness
                                 A virtue that obligate him to marry a never deflowered flower
                                 But Otunsha, you lied to me in the middle of the night
                                 Of our copulation
                                 You came more than once but you held your breath,
                                 Waiting to breathe fire.

                                 Otunsha, you lied to me when you said an Alago
                                 Woman must be a virgin on the night of her consummation
                                 Why is the bedsheet not stained red after
                                 Our night of hibernation?
                                 Otunsha, if you must take me for a fool,
                                 Must you mock the gods too?

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