A Bamboo Bed, A Village in Slumber
Posted on October 26th, 2011 by Folarin Kolawole
Across my silenced candle stick I lay,
"Krà krà krà"
My bamboo bed murmured and creaked under my weight,
Well woven thatches of raffia, overhead they hang.
"Woooooo wooooooo"
Cries of bush babies echo in the stygian firmament.
A stygian cloud engulfs my red bùbá and sóóró àdìres hanging on the wall,
Even my green òfìs and ànkárá… black and black they now appear too,
All burnt in the ever-potent fires of the dream world.
It is night and my village has closed its eyes in sweet slumber,
It is night and now my eyes I close, to sleep,
To a sweet and deep sleep, I surrender.
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