Nov 2016
In the face of the rainbow shawl
Where the sun's shone like the sky
And my skin grows black and dull
Like an aged's hair: hued with dye
In the midst of our three worlds
Where trends, silver-gold drives mind
And urge for fun,ford flows in bloods
Like baby, a witch, powerful has bind
Still, I will rove all the thirty-six corners
In my kaftan under the scorching sun
Sweating stream like a Kenyan runner
Pushing my sells, on a metal in the sun
Selling my onions,pepper and cheap grains
Cool with my job, hard, without much gains
POET Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi
Where the sun's shone like the sky
And my skin grows black and dull
Like an aged's hair: hued with dye
In the midst of our three worlds
Where trends, silver-gold drives mind
And urge for fun,ford flows in bloods
Like baby, a witch, powerful has bind
Still, I will rove all the thirty-six corners
In my kaftan under the scorching sun
Sweating stream like a Kenyan runner
Pushing my sells, on a metal in the sun
Selling my onions,pepper and cheap grains
Cool with my job, hard, without much gains
POET Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi
This poem is about strong commendation on hardwork rather than obscene wealth and interest for materialism. Its imagery is of an industrious northerner of Nigeria. And the title rainbow shawl is an allusion of Dereck Wallcot's Moon on a Rainbow Shawl which heavily implies poverty.
