Aggrieved woman; I watch the blood spill,
Dropping slowly and sweetly
Like agbalumo with fierce red nipples.
It should have given pleasure
Alas! the soft petals that give acridity to the mouth
The blood drips fresh. It can’t be helped.
If only I had not met him
Then maybe. Maybe this innocents
Would not suffer under a burden so grievous
It makes me poignant.
These children could be spared
But who will appease the avenger.
The crime has been committed; Monisola could not help from beyond,
Aduke’s pleas for hers has not been heard….
Who will take the news to the king?
The cries of the children for mercy
The grievous wails for pity…
Who will still the avenger!
Please take the message to the king; the deity has spoken!