FIND ME A MAIDEN

Find me a Maiden

My heart is sober and my guard lowered
My thought far in the setting sun
In search for a maiden fair
To be a wife of mine!

For the price of flax and wine
And all that riches can define
Find me a maiden fair
That she may be my wife!

She whose beauty is comely
That the eyes of men endlessly stare
Though welcoming is her smile and charm
They admire but go not near
Seek me that very ivy
That I may claim her as mine!

One with debonair
Whose prance is like a mare in may
One whose fingers find familiarity with the household chores
And and she would be my wife!

Find me a maiden tender and gentle
Who would rock the cradle with love and care
With a gold ribbon in her locks of gold
And a lullaby on her lips
And she would play Madonna to this child of mine!

A maiden soft as silk
Yet firm as steel
Whose lips speak forth fire
Keeping the devils at bay
And she would be my wife!

Seek me a maiden fair
One with ancestral name
And smile as sweet as wine
Whose beauty mine would outshine
And I would make her a wife of mine!

And if you find such a lady
In the guard of an ophid ball

Seek me a sorcerer too
That he may charm her home
And I would make her a wife of mine!

From ' Musings '

By
John Martins Agba
January 19, 2015. 10:32 p.m.

THE CHILD

The Child

With the winds against them
They trudged along the lonely road
Homewards where there was hope
A hope of warmth and shelter from the devil in the winds!

Mother and child they appeared
But from the fifteens' in her cheek
Where stood tears upon her tender face
You could tell the child who bore the child
As they staggered through the journey!

It was a bitter weather
And the temperature had dropped a bit lower
Forcing the young mother on such a night
To visit the apothecary uphill
For a solution to the infants malady!

She too had a ruckus in her chest
But for tender sake and pocket driven fear
She considered the life of her replica
Swaddled in the thin blanket!

Like the Sire of this little thing
Her family too disclaimed her
That she was a disappointment
Having gotten green malt in the floor!

Back to where she called home
She takes a seat in the corner
Rocking her infant child who relentlessly cried
Shooing the little one as the stern faces of her family watched her
From every corner of the living room!

A tune she hums her gaze focused on the branches near the window
With the infant lying in her lap
Now drowsy owing to the potion
Administered by the man uphill
For two hundred naira
The only money she owned!

Looking into the face of her child
Curled up in a ball

The child shed tears in silence
As she silently wished she was older
Or that she had known the guile of men!

The candle standing in the bowl on the dresser
Slowly gave out a bright light
As it went out in the wind
Leaving the humming mother and child in the dark!

The moonlight shone through the shutters
Illuminating the snoring bodies about the room
She quickly set her wrapper in the corner
Carving a niche for herself and child
On the cold cemented floor of the living room/makeshift bedroom
From where in tears she made her way to dreamland
Where the bitter reality of life was momentarily taken away!

From as Life as I know it!

By
John Martins Agba

HOW COULD I

how could i have loved you this deep, even when we've never kissed
how can my body yearn for you, when you've never touched me
the thought of you evoke deep sensation in me
sending me riveting in my lonely space

will you make this want come alive and feel alive
or will i die slowly from the pleasure i will never get
do you miss me like a rose waiting for the morning dew
do you crave my body like a burning flame whistling one winter night

oh make me know, this glow you fused in my face
this pure ecstasy your musing provoke
this trance that enriches my fantasy
will it ever be an actual memory?

you whose sun causes my body to vibrate
you whose shadow darken my shade
and your spirit breathe want
will our passion ever be an eventuality

we must venture son of the Zeus
we shall mate heir of mars
this heart must stop to skip
only if the rhythm our heartbeat sinc as one

WISH UPON A SATURDAY

Wish upon that Saturday

‎When my sleep was lazy and my thoughts peaceful

I wish upon those Saturdays her voice was my speed and her care  my haven

I wish upon those Saturdays when her sound make merry and her tone keeps me cherry

With Qs and As on well-being and Oohs and Aas for inflection

‎Those Sat Mornings that awaken a new hope, brighten my day

And charm my spirit

To seek and breathe again

With Sat laughter to calm and ease my broken self

I wish upon those Sat, that you infer my nuances and ‎provide me comfort to rest my feeble thought

I wish upon a Sat, when your love was all i needed to breathe.

i wish upon your call mama..