OJO OJA (MARKET DAY)


Ojo oja ,the proverbial description of life
Where everyone has a fair chance to trade
Where some choose rather to strife
And a few others prefer to be the sages

The sea of people from different walks of life
A homo sapiens' imitation of the beehive
The cluster of legs at different selling points
The  Incessant inaudible voices at every joint

The  blend of colouful arrays
A reminder of the rainbow that succeeds the rains
I walk from store to store, my legs bade me to stop
Fascinating articles on display, this weak poet is tempted to shop

Once every week, a day is picked
And the excitement of diverse goods is at it's peak
But what does the next day hold?
A cramped up or lonely road?

A day's abundance, six others of drought
Such is the tale of market days
I have seen abundance, I have seen drought
Such is the tale of the human race

Be careful when you  take cover in the crowd
To perpetrate what will earn you no crown
For the stone launched from your projectile
Will definitely hit hard on one from your bloodline

What happens after?.... ti ile ba da paro (when the land is deserted) 
And you can audibly hear the sound of the sparrow?
When the market is over, would it be your profit or loss?
For everyone must return home, and give account to the boss

Whether we accept it or not, life is just a fragment of eternity
What profit would we have made if what we traded was our souls
Irrespective of our colour, religion, race or ethnicity
We all need to seek a relationship with the lover of our souls ...

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