This is not a new poem and you may have heard it before – but I have re-recorded and so I am putting it up on my blog.
One of the reasons this poem is dear to my heart is it is the only poem so far that has Yoruba – my native tongue – in it.
Our love is Elijah
but wheels screech; the chariot is on its head
rose speaks to me Ma ton ra e
Your love won’t survive another day
I stuff the rose down my throat
chew the thorns and swallow copper.
We will last forever
but your eyes tell me you don’t believe.
With a quill I scratch our vow on a dove,
There! Fly our plea to heaven
Ma ton ra e
I pluck its leathery feathers one by one.
I twist the arrow: admit love can be fair
With cupid’s last rites, Ma ton ra e
*Ma Ton Ra E = Don’t deceive yourself