Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)


The pot weighs like the world is on her head
It’s a sore feeling
When poverty is all you can boast of
In a room of plenty

She picks her step with grace
Not even the long walk or weight
Would make her move with a bow head
Her shoulders were held with dignity

She was a palm nut in dirt
Ripe, fresh with patches of difficulties
She covers ten kilometers with a baby on her back
Must be a load on an Oxen

Not even the Oja
Could wrap her sorrow
Nor warn of the impending doom
For Mama was struck
Not even the Stream
Can wash away the tears
Dead is but a block away

Lighting caught her unguarded
It’s a lonely world when the sun
Wouldn’t set on your roof
Nor the moon smile at your dogs

Poor Mama, she is gone
Ten kilometers must’ve been a leather weapon
But lighting took the blame
For the world is an accusing finger
Mama is gone
Too late for a bird to mourn
Nor for a Vulture to arrange a funeral

It’s a grave yard
When dead caught you naked
With no leaf to hide your pride
Nor a penny to bribe your judge

Poverty must be a load, to weigh a man down
Poor Mama, she is gone
Her pot weighs more than the world
But lighting took the blame; the world is an accusing finger

Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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(Based on the song 'Too Late For Mama' by Brenda Fassie)

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  • Emily Slm (11/18/2012 5:53:00 AM)

    Again, feel that you've done the impossible. But I guess that's why you're a professional (Report) Reply

  • Jaya Mishra (11/5/2012 12:15:00 PM)

    Influenced by your quietness I came to read this....
    And wow..... Thank God I did...
    Matt.... This is....... *no words* sorry! !
    I know the topic itself is piloerecting.... But the way u ve given shape to ur words here... I dnt hv words to describe tht...
    Very touching.... (Report) Reply

  • Anele The_african_son Potelwa (umbhali_wasembo) (11/4/2012 10:15:00 AM)

    Oh my friend, this is the first poem of your work that I read, and I am sincerely flattered by the profound manner which you have molded this write into being very influencial as it is again, you have actually reflected the music video too late for mama precisely the way it was filmed, thank for sharing,

    The_African_Son (Report) Reply

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