IT WAS THEN
It was then
We pampered fufu
Romancing it into a sphere
Before sending it on the hollow trip
Now, it is laid on the dining At the mercy of cutlery
Shredded for no crime
It was then
Our fathers could walk a million miles
Fatigue, not even a trace in them
Now, a visit to the next gate We go in wheels
It was then
Veiling the teen's mammary glands
A norm and a show of maturity
The youth reeled in years of wait
To behold the succulent siblings on the teen's chest Now, the teen's mammary glands, a public
spectacle
It was then
The tears of the cloud was an invite to the teens
So innocent, they were
Laundering their nascent skin In the chilly drops from the cloud's eyes
Now, that act is a lost pin in an ocean
For the teens are now slay queens
Their faces, wearing coats of many colours
It was then
The elders' blessings, the actual desideratum for matrimony
Now, the elders' blessings, only but a prelude
The ceremony at the pulpit, the chief rite
A rite guarded by a splurge of naira and time
Needless extravagance!
It was then Mum and dad, wrappers on their waists
When they crawled on the walls of procreation
Now, dad in boxers
Understandably, a boxing contest with mum
It was then
Life, a delectable meal Not now
It was then
Hilary Chika