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THE PRAYING VOICE BESIDE THE OSUN RIVER

The smiling sun above gave an indication of the voice,
Yet, out of the frightening silence it mumbled,
Sending down the spine a feeling of loneliness so infectious,
Reminiscent of solitary human existence in the jungle. Again came the tiny voice from beside the peaceful river,
'Bless me mother and make me a mother'.
Her troubled twinkling eyes the color of a lively liver.
Discalceate feet rooted to the spot like mortal.
In August, her supplications would not have been lonely,
But now, the only companions are the ageing priestess' merciful eyes.
Then the bellowing and grumbling from above so loudly.
Just before the cascades, something lighted up her relieved beautiful eyes.
Now drenched and soaked in her white attire and undried,
It was hard to say if she had smiled or cried.
Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer. 

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