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?