SECOND HALF

SECOND HALF

The denominator of a quarter in years ago,
I departed my comfort zone
for arrival at war zone,
a giant stride towards the throne.
On that day, in my Mama's face,
I saw the assortment of feelings:
joy; my boy is becoming a man,
fear; Dauda is going to stay away,
her first son will be a lone ranger
over 800Kms away from her,
I felt the motherly pull.

My own heart, heavy as metal
as for the first time I would be out for real,
time to claim Okunrin Ogun.
All the words, all the past
running through my tiny mind.
Unlike here, there I can't be blind
not at all, else I would lag behind.
Nobody to lead, it's a dangerous climb.
But then I remembered a man told me
'if you don't get lost, you won't find yourself'.

So I left and here I came,
I am here, this I always remind God.
Vulnerable as possible,
I don't want to be visible
so I hid myself inside pretense
my moves I made so intense
bearing at heart, this is not home.
Suffered all I should,
did all I could,
some believed I was crude.

In the year after the second,
I pulled my sister, blood bond
seems I am gaining momentum.
Be a doctor, be a poet,
be the best you can of a Vet,
be the best not the rest.

The usual theme of life,
friends and foes, so I made
as well acquired the syndrome,
the No Time Phantom.
The seat of the caliphate here I am
claiming my fate.
I got myself a sister,
I got myself brothers and
my point of arrival no longer matter...
According to the number of years
I have in the affair,
this is the second half
and I see enough around me ...

(C) DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA