Like the ripe and ruddy mango
So is my fair and flushed friend
Yesterday, so innocent and unbothered
Today, very much in demand and pestered
The young men have woken up and set their gaze on her
Like hungry, lazy men who seek to reap where they have not sown
Where have the sweet old days gone?
Remember earnestly expecting the next call?
Looking forward to the next visit was such a delight!
Oh, the thought of the butterflies – their frenzied flutter in flight
It is so easy for man to get carried away by the toils in hope for that loved one
That he forgets to declare his intentions before dusk, after which the night falls
The mango is ripe! Harvest is right here!
The farmer must make haste – the mango must not waste
I return from my treasure hunt across seven lands and seven seas
I bring home the priceless gift to win the heart of the one to whom my heart cleaves
Alas! She is betrothed to another man – she had waited for her true love to return and speak
The mango is ripe. But I just discovered!
Gbenga Awomodu (c) December 2009