#Verses: Rains behind closed doors- Yemi Osadiya


Again, this journey became cloudy

Father heard rumbles of my knees

In his front, I bowed – what fell was

a torrent the grasses on my desert called.

I crawled to mother. From her lips

I expected another fall – She dropped a dew.

I stretched palms – kept abundance

to my left for a drought.

After the rains, my heart sparkled like lightning,

I was charged; grow greens and roses on soil.


This will I bear in mind is a seed

but like a breeze, fantasy had blown it away

on this soil; my greens were like iroko

I sold them all to build a hut for palm wine.

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My roses were like the sun that shines in the rain

I gave them to maidens for their honeycomb.

When I woke, the time had grown thorns

I was caught. I couldn’t go further or back.

Behind closed door with tears,

falling from my eyes like a rain.

I stretched palms and sipped alone.


Children, the path I traced here

was that of a prince. You may script in your mind

but do not act the roles.

The cap I wear now is a grey

Beyond life my flesh –  a prey

Soon, I won’t see rains of pity from eyes –

hope to hear the roars behind this closed door

laced with ashes and dust.

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