Ibilo’s Pounded Yam

Ibilo’s Poundo,

A brilliant compensation for a traveller’s travails

Set under the excretion of five hill’s

With an identical nature

To woman in birth pain

Two generous seeming luscious mounds

Is ibilo’s pride, as men and women

Plate in hand wait for its deliciousness

To arrive.

Jam! Jam! Jam!

The pestle hits the mortar

With an avalanche of sweat

In its entourage,

Soulful mounds of the pounders breasts,

Move rhythmically to the music of the mortar,

You look at your own peril

They pound! And after 10 minutes,

Ibilo’s Poundo is ready to be had!

Hungry travellers pounce upon

The dishers of Ibilo’s poundo

Like hyenas to a piece of bone

The travellers swarm the servers

And each swallow is worth the wait,

Each swallow reminds you of home

And the soup, tastes so heavenly

That the spirits pay obeisance by sending

A swarm of flies to join you.


2 thoughts on “Ibilo’s Pounded Yam” by Tolu Daniel (@toludaniel)

  1. I’m not a big fan of poetry because most of them are difficult to understand.
    But I like this one especially because it is a poem on pounded yam.
    Well done.

    1. Thanks, glad you enjoyed it

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