The voice in the eyes

The voice in the eyes

I was seven years old, when I learned how not to be told

To politely say “no thank you”; to a cup of bubbly coke, so cold.

But aunty Hafsat kindly beckoned, so I searched for Mama’s opinion

Her smile was warm and friendly, as an angel solidly behind me.

I zoomed in on her lips, praying that they’ll birth a “Yes”.

And as the prayers of each new day are met, by the brilliance of the sun’s rays

So the words from mummy’s lips, made my heart to scream hurray

But in a fleeting glimpse of lightning speed, I caught the movement of her eye lids.

Then the eerie sound of that voice that spoke from her eyes,

That familiar voice as cold as hard ice.

That voice I once ignored, for a ball of eba from Mama Brenda.

It was a day I’d never forget; of this, Mama was willing to bet.

And though my throat itched as the hairy back of a goat,

I turned to aunty Hafsat, and politely declined the rugged wall.

12 thoughts on “The voice in the eyes” by Kay (@Kay)

  1. Always obeying mama and never disobeying her, makes little Kayode a mumu(lol). Remember that. Good poem.

  2. Wise child lol; and don’t you go paying Jay any mind.
    Really nice!

  3. Lovely!!!!! love the “rugged wall” at the end. Very innovative.

  4. ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!! @Jaywriter… little Kay did disobey mama once, long after the sweet savor of the Eba and soup from Mama Brenda’s pot wore off, the pain of Mama’s punishment lingered..he has never lived down that experience to date…lol

  5. Hahaha! got a point Jay.

    Thanks guys! Feels gud to be back on here.

  6. Lol. I like this poem. Reminds me of my childhood. I wonder who teaches mothers to speak with their eyes so well.

  7. @kay, in other words you missed wa o! i ditto @jaywriter, very very nice poem you have here…nice lines too

  8. Reminds me of when i was young. Well done.

  9. Really love re-reading these old writes. Still, listening to mama everytime makes kay a mumu.

  10. Hahaha. Thanks guys! Being mama’s mumu has made me as solid as well made Fufu!

    I’m glad to say that I’m no more her mumu. Not totally that is :)

  11. Those were the days of innocence and no responsibilities. I guess it’s the voice in the eyes that shaped us, but also took away our trust in fellow man.

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