THE DESTROYER OF PLEASURES

THE DESTROYER OF PLEASURES

12-10-2014

 

[DEDICATED TO SANDA TAIWO]

 SANDA Taiwo

Today, I went to the Hall of Teddar

To get two breads and perhaps pure-water

The young-lad I met there told me there’s no change

Said I should come back later within some hours range

Not sure, I questioned, ‘won’t you record it’?

‘That I have some money with your trading outfit?’

The young-lad replied, ‘ah, no need’

I know you too well for that needless bid

 

Odd me

Isn’t it funny?

Say the lad breathe his last

Before my re-visit came to pass

Would my money be aye gone?

With no hope of remedy or return?

 

Hmmm

How we forget so easily, the grisly tomb

An eventual abode, a much loyal home

For all, whoever journey through the womb.

 

 

Oh-Oh

How heavy must be that blow

The news of a son’s passing to his ma

Or that of a spouse to her other half

 

 

We all are debtors

Whether old or young, rich or poor

We will one day be gravely done for

Then all that is done shall be brought to fore

Life is like the art of funambulating

But done clumsily on a fine string

Nothing is certain, no man is safe

From that one-time trip to the grave

 

‘If you do not stand for something

You will fall for anything’

So said the great but late Malcolm X

So wake up, friend, and hit the decks

 

Now Listen…

To one last piece of advice

Afore you take off your eyes

See this life as a trivial yet vital venture

Before you host the destroyer of all pleasures

 

 

 

 

 

 

ex mentis:THE WORDSMITH

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