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TENIOLA by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

The beads around her waist;
Tastes of sweetness on tongues,
Sitting majestically on a throne,
A throne of two seats.
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Eyes saw and went sore,
Hand wished and always wished
To touch the hem and be healed,
Teniola’s magical wand.
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Suitors came in suits like flies,
Hovering all over her spice;
Some will prefer a leftover,
Raising hands, she turned down.
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Her nectar at noon was very full,
Overflowing all over barren soil:
A drop at intervals, drop, d-r-o-p,
Barren soil only plaited weeds.
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Teniola slept on floors with sharp claws,
Her seeds got buried in flaws,
Eagles picked them all up,
Her nectar couldn’t fill a cup.
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Teniola:
A mat of riches
Transformed to a mat of ditches,
Many holes from many poles,
Teniola slept on bare floor.
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*Teniola : An African name (yoruba) which means ‘… a mat of riches.’

TENIOLA by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

TENIOLA by Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

Author: Akinbode Oluwatobi Israel

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