On this face is written the tales of Asake
Whose face is a reflection of her mother, Iya Asake's ordeal.
Asake birthed generations.
And it could only be a matter of time before her children start reflecting her too.
Shall we say, this is a Reflection/Reflective legacy then?♂
The canvas on which the scorching sun scribbled
The voucher hard work left Asake
Coupled with stiffed knees and bent back
Her reward from tilling her own soil to feed her children
While her oil is being exploited.
But i saw ireti (Hope)
Asake's long awaited friend
Leaning on the baobab in the sudan savanna.
Alas! She comes!
Wipe you tears Asake
Wipe your tears with the edge of your Aso Oke
Let a smile straighten the wrinkles
Cuddle your children
Tori, Ireti de tan (Hope comes soon)
Gabriel Boluwatife Adegboye ©2019 .....