The Plumule's Quandary Poem by Nwagboso Kosisochukwu

In the warmth of the seed laps
Circling and struggling to exist
Moving towards the eye of the sun
I saw you coming out from the seed shell

The first touch, your first feelings
Is the caress of the romantic sun
Touched and warmed you face upward to it
Toss what call it has for you

The first wind tosses you around
To stand you on the ground
Little by little you are breezed about
To exhibit the beauty of your tenderness

At the smooth and beautiful skin of yours
Thousands of insects dance to your tune
Some attracted to perch
As others wants ever to age with you

Yet plumule still you are
Little have you experienced of the elements
Your fullness is yet to come
But your attracted gives you zero rest

The farmer eager to guide you rights
But many buyers give him no rest
‘Cause they want to harvest you whole
And barn you to their homes

You are still tender, you‘ve a long path to thread
Little have you experienced of the elements
Zaaaaaaam! The cutlass of the farmer has done its work.
The power of hunger, the pride of being the earlier seller

Pity! Shame! ! Doom! ! !
You have so tender gone to earth your kind
At instance have your potential got stunted
Say no to Yerima. No to early marriage if you know the cost