On a borrowed pen- 'To my beloved'

I heard a chap was coming to town; his fame was wide abroad, no one could tame

I thought I heard the town crier; alas, it was people whispering his name

They sat in clusters, walked in threes; even enemies became friends

I wondered at sanity that has visited the town

Evenings I sit by my porch, listening to rhythms;

Over and over, the daughters of the town practised their song; even older women

Days fell over each other, month climbed over another; finally the day came

It was dusk; one of those pretty cool night

I heard our neighbours visited, everyone came to see who he was

Down the hill, people streaming; Old Women and their daughters, Mighty Men and their sons

With our hero’s leading the match; even the king could not sit

I knew I had to see him, even though I knew who he was

I wore my best, gathered my regalia and walked down the hill

My friends urged me to ran, they thought I was late

I knew I need not pick my steps

Finally, we got to town

The hall was full, far and wide, nowhere to stand

Young men stood on each other, everyone wanted to see

People shoved their way; it was their way and I had mine

It’s time; It‘s so clear to walk

I took the centre stage,

Down the aisle, I could see their faces

They sneezed, they coughed,

They shoved their shoulders in anger,

Why would she, they asked?

She is at peace, at ease, they said in anger

They waved; they winked, telling me to set off the aisle

She is calm, at peace

They looked side to side, what did she know?

My thoughts were simple, if only they knew what I know

The world is preparing a centre stage for you Yimika. People would run, walk, fly, fall over themselves to make your world a reality. I believe so much in you, because I am so confident in the God we serve. I trust you in Him. Beyond imagination, He has favoured you.

I can’t imagine the many years that have gone by. I use to but I can’t number the days anymore. In all my short-lived memories, I won’t forget I once told you, you are my best friend. Although, years have roll into years, and seasons changed their cloth over time, you still warm my very heart with your tenderness. I think I have added one eighth of a height, changed weight, changed patterns and habit but you still remain my very habit.

I am privilege to be that lady walking down the aisle in wait as you arrive and I won’t take it for granted that I am most honored among women. I might wake up some mornings with a faint heart, and sleep sometimes in the dark but I will always remember you. I pray as you celebrate this New Year, you will experience one steadfast thing, the faithfulness of God. I love you always, always have and always will.

I only wish I can say this in person and if shy as always, write this with my own hands but you can be rest assured that these are mine words on a borrowed pen.

Yours and Only

Oluwamitomisin

Also read: D' Little Book-To my Sister