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
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?