ABIKU : ADEDOKUN THEOPHILUS

T he quiet end approaches
every time I was given birth
unknown not my wish
nor my kindred
Prithee I am
for my tree
that I may not cause disquietude
because I grasp her feelings
Kismet decide if not me
not even the sacrifice
offered to diety
I antangonise
Cloying six months and ninety days
piety I am when lifted up
my eye in God's eye
where no one comprehend