Poem Title: GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

on a nuptial night

All assembled, young and old

Expecting the good news or a fright

No one would want to be told.

The special room well prepared

With a special white spread

The two gripped by the wind of fear

Of the journey, they’re about to tread.

No one could eat nor drink a thing

Despite the abundance of pounded yam and wine.

‘What’s the outcome?’ is all they think

Just to be sure if everything would be fine.

What a joy the atmosphere WOULD turn

When he appeared with stained cloth in hand!

Children happily around would run

For she was found to be a wall.

What calamity it’d  turn to be,

Everyone would have left abashed

If a door she turned to be!

‘A broken pot’ she’d just be termed.

How come we lost this thing of pride?

The joy of that wonder of a night,

Women no longer guard their thigh

And chastity becomes no one’s right.

‘Civilization‘ is what it’s called

Who now knows if she’s a broken pot?

If a basket makes none appalled,

Gone are the days it counts a lot.

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