The Man of Gourd
The man of gourd was at it again;
Quite a lost soul,
His palms and fidgety feet danced in concert with his waggling lips,
And the edge of his tale was like that of an aged-axe head,
Cutting deep to whatever came its way,
Blind to the apathy his audience paid.
Neither much nor less did his words raid;
His words were like none other—it could have only been the gourds.
He suddenly turns; eyes running through the confluence.
I managed to steal a cold phrase from the multitude of his deafening chords
He cried “It’s fair, plus 4 and 4 you get ate “.
Eneye Lawal is a budding poet, who hails from Okene Local government in Kogi State. As a result of his passion for literature, he studied English and Literary Studies at Kogi State University.