By Komolafe Samuel
There are soldiers now and they are everywhere
At the markets, mosques, highways, churches, schools….
And in the peace that has just begun to flood,
Suitors entreat young women in marriage
They learn of the ordinariness of things
Like the homestead of a pretty country lassie.
Now, my light skinned cousin, Lola’
The one who chuckles in clusters
Came visiting with a polite man in Agbada one evening
He was her fiancée and was in suave shoes like
those owned by rich city people. The wedding day had
been picked with our Aso-ebi sown
And as this eve to the wedding day arrived
It broke before me like a vision
Today, there are plenty villagers, in-laws and the extended family
Mother is here with her grandchild too but in her missing mind
The procedure has been done the traditional way
With the in-laws pleading for Lola’ and the bride price accepted
People are getting done with eating now but feet are lofting
dust like this music rising high in the air.
With Kunle dragging my shy self to dance
I am wriggling myself to this testament of melodies
Tomorrow, they would wed the modern way; The little ring bearer,
Ade. And mayhap plenty confetti girls
If the welkin yields to us, it would pour in attestation, drenching our fatigued dust
And sounding in chuffed torrents. Such is the way of a sky in merry
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