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.
