Woe!

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
Generations undone!

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.
Olaitan!

Oh!

If only…

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!

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