The day he was birthed,
He came laughing.
With his frail little hands, he
Tilled his mother’s thigh and
Sowed a kiss, and he said;
“Take this as my signature,
You’ll be wanting in a count of barrens,
But this shall be my landmark, for
In three days, the son of man shall
Sail away on the tears of his old mother
And many others’… But I shall return!,
This time of next year, and
A couple more years after the next,
I shall return like I always do.”
Author: Omotayo Awoyemi
Omotayo Awoyemi is a Nigerian word weaver with global vision, a medical student at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Nigeria. He was living solely in his ‘world of science’ until sometimes in 2012, when he bumped accidentally into poetry. Since then, poetry kept welling up in him like an uncontrollable chain of nuclear reaction. The future is clear to him as he is set out to earn a Nobel prize for literature, not minding his science oriented background and health-based life.