LETTER TO GRANDMA

LETTER TO GRANDMA

What I know on the motion

Marriage, an institution of no graduation

Why?

I guess endurance speaks like graphic

Perseverance sings the song of hope

But grandma, I will not cover your buttock

You graduated from 3 institutions without finishing a course

Your second institution is the reason for this ink

You left mother when she needed you most

She needed your milk, your cuddling

She was crusading for your milk

Your love, your affection

But I guess you were protecting them from falling

Yet you drop her and disappeared into the tin air

She was trained with Iron hand

Under the tutelage of her father

Now mother grew like Iron

Not easily bending

Mother act mostly like a man

Mother is workaholic

Yet no education for edification

No understanding for outstanding

Grandma, you still went ahead to another institution to remarry

You dashed away like a stream without a backbone

I am sure your dowry was traded for diary

Who stood in the gap for your union?

Where is thy certificate of agreement?

I mean to the endless institution

Where struggle and perseverance form the wisdom

The tunnel to your  freedom was clouded

Yet it makes you wounded

Like one whose heart is grinded

In the act of corrupt practice

Are you truly a mother or a murderer?

You play with a gun between the THIGHS

For what? Pleasure I suppose

Not for procreation

Now your protruding belly got you mad

And you developed issue with your issues

You play riddle for your people

What is thy title?

Now that you are feeble

You can’t make moving like eagle

You lament on and on

Like a goblin whose treasure is taken

After 35 years of your wonderer

You resurface for mother search

Mother was crying

Grandma was crying

“I AM SORRY DAUGHTER”

Is that all in your mouth?

You got born again

But mother never show interest

WE have preach the gospel of the cross

Yet she needs evidence

And she is unlettered

Grandma, sincerely speaking you cause all of these

And this is eating me up like a plague

If you were present from the genesis

You will influence her education

But you ran away from your responsibility

She struggled with depression and discouragement

She never breaks free

Yet you shared from the cup of her bitterness

When you are fizzling out like a candle

You created the Needle in your tissue

Grandma is of Christ

Mother is of crisis

Grandma lives like wiggler

Cos’ on the nest you have your rest

Abiola OlaOluwa

(April 5, 2016)