Waiting in vain
Tired of waiting in vain.
Tired of the birds singing at my window
The hooting of the owls and the drooling of the doves;
The screeching of tires on the road,
And the libation poured in honour of Ifa divinition
When the whistle shrieks,
Mother druming sounds a samba
But no-one dance to it and not mad!
When the sky cried in silence
For the thunder poised to roar it apart.
Every now and then, I keep waiting in vain
Every night and everyday,
I hear the rain drop tears on mother earth.
Today, I am tired of waiting in vain
Tired of waiting all alone.
All alone on my own;
I watched the moonlight glow
I watch it while it fades away.
All alone, I wait in vain.
Fluttered and stuttered in whole
When clouded nights gets colder
With my dreams shrouded in whole.
I mumbled and fumbled all alone.
I soon whisper to myself,
I should not remain this way,
Loneliness, never to take me till fade
For the heart shall be lover wise once again
I sought to bask with an euphoria
This shoild be a wonderful scenery.
I sought to sink deep in an embracing arm
To cover myself in a warm soothing chest.
But the question I keep asking myself,
When shall I stop living all alone?
When shall the birds stop tweeting sweet melodies
That my nights cease to be cold.
And, this tale of mine pass away like a somnambulist!