I was a young maiden when I had you. At first, It was just a flash. Oh heavens!!! Such a purity. Your beauty was such that slapped the strongest of men, Your depth humbled the most arrogant of them I ever met. When you stayed, All wondered. Never let anyone away without a laughter. Your shadow I saw my lips stuttered.
The days decided to be two decades through the night, Yet I held you as a treasure through the flight. Too precious to be drowned in my mind, Now tells me why your crown was taken to a hive. You may not know how firm I stood with bows and knife. I took down one I thought was a foe. The blood that day from there still flows, Then I knew you bowed and left your might.
Four score five today. I still wish, Wish that that Iroko in the centre of Igbo Olodumare still stood. But alas!! The low in wisdom conspired, And cut down the most admired. Oh, my dear My world My TAMAYA!!!
To what extent can a mother mourn her child,Her treasure of great value,Her world and dreams come true? And you can only imagine from the sound of her soul.