Àkúdàáyà

 She roams the earth one last time

With foot bare and a face of sorrow

Her skin glows,

Like a newly polished calabash.

She is locked out of the afterlife

Her place in life sold to death

She makes her last journey with others like her on the street of red soil

Her beloved’s face to behold again

With a little veil she shields her face from mortality

She makes way for the River bank

A last splash of cool evening wind thumped her face

She smiled for the cool wind reminded her of her lover’s warm embrace 

There at the River bank they shared a fruit in her third life

Their vows they speak to heart

Their love they interwoven in their fingers

Dusk creeped in

It was time to make the final Odyssey 

Like a mirage, he watched her walk back onto the street of red soil

He waved her goodbye, lost of the notion it was his last

A wryly smile in the corner of her lips and tears in her eyes

She waved a distant goodbye

Her last grasp of mortality

Her last feel of love

In the after life,

She would tell them of her stint by the River bank

With lavish smiles,

She would remind them how beautiful love is

She would let them know how good the red soil made her feet feel.

In our world, it is still gnashing of teeth

And biting of tongue

In our world, she is lowered beneath the red soil to be seen no more

In our world it is a tale of a Young man with whom love has made Mad

In our world, It is a race for whom is farther from the River bank.

In our world, we remain as a blind squirrel running the street of red soil.

Maybe the day after forever, our eyes will be broad to the many frittered nuts.