A poem which centers on a young man’s quest for a desirous partner, and the travails that ensued during the adventure. It is the young man’s expression of what should be described as a bliss…

Just after the cloud in my eyes was about to give way,
After receiving from my heart the deepest lamentations,
Located in the discreet part of my soul,
For what gives one a heartache,
Than giving Kilimanjaro a trial of faith,
And still wishing for its stagnancy,
For what you see after Kilimanjaro moves is trembling,
Then you shall pause and ask,
What shall it profit my whole self?

I had wanted Kilimanjaro to make its move,
And cover the whole distance to my room,
Either to return to me the crown on its helms,
Or describe to me the road of no return,
For the reward for spending my faith is supposed to be you,
At that, send me, send me, my soul yearns,
Without me getting a control of myself,
Then I paused to ask myself,
What shall it profit me?

For what shall it profit me,
When high up Kilimanjaro you, the crown stood,
Shining, reminding me of a lost rib,
Myself empty, with my soul vanished,
Your position was where I doth sent my soul,
But now that you, my crown is salvaged,
I hope my exploratory will be considered,
Else, my soul shall scream to its feathers,
What has profited you?

Composed by: ORIMOLOYE, Ifeoluwa
On the 29th day of April, 2015.