THE HORRIBLE MUD

Poem by Abiola Adedoyin

Wandering thro’ the forest

Laughing my way home

I found a gliding stream

Bright as sliver

I looked at my reflection in it and

A happy smile covered my face

As if bewitched by it

I found my way into the stream, which

Has over flowed it’s banks

Covering the mat plantation

There were the fishes

Swimming past my legs

As I paddled my way through the stream

Unaware the mat plantation was muddy

I found myself stuck

How I stuggled to be free

But all was in vain and

All at once my joy vanished

The fishes , the lovely sliver steam and the plants

That surrounded me were no more there

All I knew was fear but I did not despair

So there I stayed hoping

That soon I will find my way out

The stream glided it’s way merrily past me

The wind gentle rocked the ripples past my neck

The green mat plant all standing.

Like soldier looking down on me strangely

And there was my captor

The more I begged it to let me go 

The more it held further I went

As last I gave up

Not hoping but praying that all may soon end

But there i stayed

Until a fisherman strayed by

And pulled me out

Oh what a sight

But I was not angry

Nor was I ashamed

At my horrible state

But sand my way home

For I have learnt

THAT ALL THAT GLISTERS IS NOT GOLD

Olanle Abiola Adedoyin