A Night Without The Moon – Poem by Akinbola (K)hadijat
When the stars were obstinate
And the lightnings were overbearing;
When the waves were ecstatic
At the detriment of my life;
When the sun became fiery
And set me up ferociously;
The breeze became still
But the wind unrestrained,
Blowing off all countenances of rigidity.
I was submerged in the bleakness of a future so near
Then in a millisecond I sank hitting my head against
Ugly seashells of jests, indecisiveness and volatile fears.
Now my head leans against this rocking chair,
The parasol above my head reflects summer.
The moon yet to be seen
But you assured me that it’ll be here soon
So I believed.
You said, “it will be crescent and cream,
Not full or white as snow”.
Then, you added, “you can’t successfully plan for tomorrow
If you can’t effect the change you want to see today”.
You were the diver that helped me to the seashore.