On My Nuptial Night Poem by Sumaila Mohammed Rashad

On my nuptial night,
Not a forest of Nemeses
Can suffocate the
War I'll wage

On my nuptial night
Rugged windows shall on me spy
And songster walls
Shall be my confidants
To vouch my story
Just in case I die
Feeding my eye

On my nuptial night
Not a jumbo-sized towel
Can drown my froth
Or cause its untimely clot.

Cruising on a flight
Of my sight,
The night will grey young
And silently hurl;
The core of the oceans will boil
On my nuptial night


On my nuptial night
The wings of the wind I'll on walk
And the carpet of the night I'll hawk.
I will plant
Beads of sweat on my face


On my nuptial night
I will live up to my bill;
A can of whales I'll spill.
And letter my unborn lad
To start swimming across the Chad

On ‘mine' nuptial night
The sun will set in the east,
But wonder not least
For that is the dawn and born
Of my official exit
From the singles cocoon.