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I am handicapped In my small slum, By a strange squall! Which smacks my buttocks; As if I were a sprog Playing with his mother's spuds. My pen cannot dance On a bunk of papers, As it was accustomed to. My 'bard-hood' squats in squalor! We are handicapped In our roofed barns, By an incorporeal army of weevils That slosh our soft chins; As if we were bunnies Playing with their mother's paws. Our hoes cannot bite Any acres of bushy land, Hunters are short of preys To feed Ògún, not to say, The ajar mouths of their kins. We slouch slovenly; With hands or legs immovable, As if we were in a burrow Dug by a visiting soldier; Corona, it was named. Oh, I am handicapped! *OGUN: Is a popular Yoruba god known for his dominance over iron.
Mohammed Oluwatimileyin Taoheed is a Nigerian artist, poet, tutor and story writer. His literary works, mostly based on the satirical happenings in his country, have appeared on different platforms. He takes pleasure in the works of Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka, Buchi Emecheta, George Herbert, John Milton, Williams Shakespeare and others. He writes from Offa in Kwara State.
