My Adaka

This stool, this stool. This same stool!
This stool draws tears from my eyes.
This stool draws fears from my skies.
This stool straws cares that ache my heart.
It was this stool that took my Adaka!

Where is my Adaka? Where, I ask, is my Adaka?
Where has gone the spirit of an irreplaceable gem?

Why did it happen when I was in Acada?
Why did it happen when my success grew its first stem?

Why? Why Adaka when I am in Acada?

I was told she had stayed up all night praying,
like someone who knew her time with the gods had come.
She ate her food, sat on the stool, saying:
Chi m, please guide my properly breast-fed son.”
I desire to ask the gods what game they are playing,

‘cos I don’t believe my own Adaka is gone!

She was an epitome of ‘agility’ and ‘prowess.’
No surprise, those were what her name meant.
I called her my celestial goddess,
who lived her life like an angel the gods had sent.
She lived up to her name in a way so speckless.
Ask around, it was a testimony everywhere she went.

My heart now fills with tears like a cesspool.
I am expected to be strong, and act no fool.
But how can? How can a frail heart be a tool-
of strength and agility when it hurts badly too.
Return my Adaka and I promise to return to cool.

They said she sat on the stool till daybreak-
A message for me to know she loved me unspeakably.
But she should have held on to the ‘deathbrake,’
‘cos I badly needed her presence desperately.
Now all my fears have achieved a jailbreak.
The night and the day at war irreconciliably.

You are dead my Adaka, but the stool is alive, and I don’t know what that means.

Listening gods, please send back my Adaka.



7 thoughts on “My Adaka” by Stanley Esdee David (@stanfuto)

  1. Ufuoma Otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

    Awwwww… the stool is still alive because your Adaka is still very much with you. Her presence… her goodness and her love will never die. Its just the body that’s gone.

    Now this was a painful poem for anyone who has lost a parent or someone dear to them. They constantly ask God… why?? Why my Adaka… please bring her back.

    1. @ufuomaotebele, you captured the thought lucidly. You analysed it accurately. Thanks a lot.
      Plus, thank you for always coming around to read and comment. I am beginning to think of the kola to prepare for you whenever you come. :-)

  2. Mr. Inetanbor (@Gabi)

    Nice rhymes! Well expressed emotion but the relationship not defined. I will say more of Admiration of Adaku but now she is Gone!!!!……

    @stanfuto, nice piece!!!

    1. Thanks a lot @Gabi. I appreciate it.
      For the relationship, it is encoded in this line:
      β€œChi m, please guide my properly breast-fed son.”

      Thanks, once again for stopping by.

  3. Folakemi Emem-Akpan (@Folakemi)

    my mom just lost a friend over the weekend so this poem resonated with me. Sitting here wondering what the woman’s family must be feeling right now and your poem is making my eyes water. Well done

    1. Awww, my sympathy for the family. Death is really painful. I pray they get the comfort and solace they need at this moment.
      Thank you @Folakemi for coming around.

  4. sia (@sarahmorgan)

    I really felt the emotion in this piece. we always ask God why when we lose loved ones and pray for him to bring them back.

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