An old woman sets for a journey
To a land of gold and honey
Thorns litter her path, I recall
And rain of still stones fall
A child gives her for change
A broom to sweep the thorns off range
Another offers umbrella for power
To shed the stones raining over
With rickety umbrella and old broom
Her journey is slow and sorrows loom,
I fear she heads towards doom
Choosing one of abused umbrella or stained broom?
Tired umbrella, a thousand holes
Will well-performed, its roles?
And ancient broom, too
Well-sweeping? No clue
Uncertainty! Confusion croons
As fate ambushes in misty tunes
Old broom or rickety umbrella
Which’s to choose, a dilemma!
Written by Ishola Abdulwasiu Ayodele, produced by @Oke4chukwu as Hard Voices contribution to March 28th and April 11th. Insist on #NoViolence Polls