Sojourn To The Ancient City Poem by Omolola Oladotun David

Sojourn To The Ancient City



My conception had I drilled so deep
With believes in all as tales
Folks or fairy I never bordered
As Lagos to me was herself a wonder

A call to serve was I to answer
A visit to this city I had for certain
No place like home my mind had pictured
But with rhetorics it seeks to answer

As I sojourn to the unknown
A place far away from home
Survival became key
As I all needed I packed so keen

Tales had said it
Lagos isn't Ibadan
Ibadan though the ancient city remained ancient
With darkness all hovering beyond

The oldest in the West
Yet with little or nothing to speak of a West
All these were my guesses
As I could curtain no more fears

Fears  of what was to come
As I sojourn  to this great beyond
Optimism did I seek
But extinct was the picture before me

Whatever it is I see
Or choose I as I seek
Truth for one is the sojourn before me
As the ancient city was I to visit.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After taking a tour to the ancient city of Ibadan in Oyo State of Nigeria, I was inspired by the site of things and people that dwell there.
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