Labyrinth

By Abiodun Oladipo

‘Come to this market!’
A clear message that seems believable,
Flexible description on the map of their mouths.
One believes truth is a waterfall
And strips oneself naked under the waterfall.
Feeling the pour until reality knocks
Alas! Today is the market day,
Whilst the seat of beads and cowries,
Flaunt chickens in gluttony.
In addition, they fan themselves with flamboyance.

We headed to this market,
A seemingly direct journey.
The seat of beads and cowries
Had described the route as straightforward,
So, we trekked like fools,
Voyaging through the same old road.
We were foolishly rest assured
On the validity of the description.
A stranger mocks our plight.
He said: ‘This route is a labyrinth’

Oh! Oloodumare, bring back our wealth
From these rogue vaults,
Blaze an ash trail to the fingers
That buried hills in their bowels