Along The Dark Roads Poem by Desmond Y. Eklu

Along the dark roads
I could hear the sound of toads
beeping the days time
as though a woman in her prime
with the rings of horns as her home
She's the dream of a groom.

Balanced with an empty cheque,
she's the fear to check
in the eyes of brides
for faithful men could not withstand her tides.

she has spoken in tongues more in beds
than on the pulpits
But hardly falls where she makes pits.
she's everywhere and nowhere for rights
for early hours have shown her no lights.