RORA SE O

She hustled like an Alaaru (one who carries load)
Wrong: she worked like one who carried the whole problems in the world.

She worked like a beast.
Wrong: She worked like a beast was eating the fruits of her labors.
True, she had voracious beasts within her home.

A lazy man who wished to be referred to as her head but could only herd the family towards ruin.
A living corpse of a husband whose favorite spot was the couch and whose favorite sport was attempting to rev up her engines in the night while she laid underneath his weight; dead like a log of wood.

A cancer stricken mother whose chemo sessions cost an arm yet whose white blood cells were still violently accosted by the rampaging cancerous cells.

A drunk father who had gone off the bend one evening and slammed his car into a young family, and was now awaiting a murder trial.

A randy son who had 'slid into a model's social media Dm' and forcibly jammed his flash drive into her unwilling USB ports and was now facing the penalties,
For he had forgotten to properly copy and paste his files and had contracted a virus in addition to an unwillingly installation of a baby software.

Those were the beasts she had within her home.
Ones that were slowly driving her 'loco'.
For she was already on a combination of pain and sleeping pills.
A deadly combination which tended to transmogrify true perception of reality.


Rora se o Aunty (calm down)
Slow down the pace and live for a second.

Hell!
Take a full week and relax fully.
Remember that you are not the Messiah of the world.
Neither do you have that inhuman strength which those boys that carry chair in church, have.
Boys like MMD Kolaitan who would have downed eight wraps of fufu first, and then lift twenty chairs like it is nothing.

Remember that you have one lifetime to live,
And you do not have all the care to give.
For your care is like a bucket of water,
One which you think would quench the raging wildfire of needs.

Mo ni ki o duro o arewa
(I said you should calm down o, beautiful one.

Was that not the name which you were once called in the past?
Was that not the reason why your oko (husband) swore to wed you even if his 'ana' (in laws) request for two elephants as gifts.

Now you look like the ncient of days.

Daily using duo fiber brush to appy the foundation of bitterness on your face.

Daily applying the concealer of anger below your eyes which causes everyone to run away when they see you.

Daily applying a light gold, shimmery shadow of frustration to your lids which makes people pity you.
And finally swiping a black lipstick of gloom which puts off everyone.

Rora se o Aunty.
Live a little because no one will care after you are gone.
Because a grieving man, no matter how much he loves his wife, would not sleep close to her cold corpse.

Ranti pe ise ni ago se titi o fi ku (remember that it was work that drove the clock to death)

Live, love and commit all into Edumare's hands
#Bashorun

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Happy Sunday folks

Happy Sunday.

This is real pain. You captured it wella.