today at the farm – Oletu Ogheneyore C. (Nyore Note).

my cycle tube was hurt, i had to go the old style.
long kilometres, steady, my foot finally said hi
to the farm.

the sun became angry as soon as my machete kiss
few weeds, the season commencing, again.

suddenly, the sunny sky spoke in tongues as
the firmament strike a chord, it was guitar sound like, kprururu… kpraraaaaaa… a familiar warning,
the sky will bleed soonest. the rumbling reminds me
of the overnight beans that escorted me to school
once. guess the story, and your guess is right.

it soon crack, since it thundered at midday.

a bird hiss from a palm tree not so far,
i watch, it was all silver cloud, then grey, and ash
and sudden black. end of age i thought. and the sun,
a tortoise cowardly retreated to its shell. the
moon was so busy at the other end and didn’t call
before but the silver rope dropped, connecting the
brown to the sky.

my night started at 2 pm.
tomorrow is another day.
long kilometres, steady, my foot finally said hi
to my house.