The sweet sound of souls lost in a maze...The sweet passions of the night, dusk to dawn...
The sweet sound of souls lost in a maze,
Of spirits dancing in a haze,
The threshing sounds of fresh maize,
The sweet sour look of eyes glazed.
The drone of work, dawn to day,
The monotony of life, day to dusk,
The sweet passions of the night, dusk to dawn,
Then everything starts all over, dawn again.
The trials of life, so heavy to bear,
The burden seems a cross, tis death,
Yet life be preferred, death accursed,
Still with life is the wail of those who fail.
Tis life that I want; no death, no pain,
Stick figures, all of us; no breath, all vain,
Running about, living on dimensions,
Dimensions so different, and yet the same!
Cry out, my love; cry out with lust,
It's a lust for life, for love and more,
Should death knock, open not the door,
Just weep and wail like yesterday.
It's life, just same like other days,
Born now, lived then, died here today,
It's the story of man, a wisp of breath.
And how he came, then went away.
Anyanwu Roseben is a 400 level student of Medicine and Surgery at the University of Ibadan.