On a rainy noon,
She longed for the welcome kiss of her man
But the devil washed his pot,
And she didn’t know,
Where it would cook
On an Ikoyi stove,
Cooking soup for her man,
The devil cooked as well,
And she didnt know,
The meat he’d use
At 15:45 hours
Her man’s soup done,
Waiting to be served,
The devil fried him well
In his own pot of soup
So he neither ate the soup
Nor did he receive the welcome kiss,
He watched from beyond,
As she watched him burn,
In the devil’s frying pan
And so from hills to plains,
Through deserts and creeks,
It thundered and rained,
From every watching eye,
Tears for loved ones gone
The devil cooked his best
And sauced well too,
But It was time to eat,
And he found no meat,
For his pot certainly lied
What he had seen as meat,
Were mere ashes and dust,
And what he thought was fried,
Were clothes of spirits gone,
For the great banquet of light
(For Victims of the Dana plane crash, May their souls rest well)
Tonye Willie-Pepple© 2012
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Tonye Willie-Pepple is a native of Bonny Kingdom in Rivers State of Nigeria, Born in Enugu he was educated at Federal university of Technology Owerri where he bagged a Bachelors Degree in Computer Engineering, He is a member of the Association of Nigerian Authors and Lives in port-Harcourt with his family, His poems and short stories have been published in Anthologies within Nigeria.Go to Tonye Willie-Pepple's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
Amen o..
Hmmmm….His pot lied…quite a funny way to look at it…It’s nice..Well done..
Awww,this is so reassurring thank you Tonye. I needed this
Good poem, but make una no dey call Devil for this case; he is not omnipresent. Na human being cause this one.
@raymond. The devil is responsible for all evil.
Yeah. Humans beings are behind this tragedy. Simple.
I like..well done