Goodnight, Sister Poem by Abayomi Akinmade

Goodnight, Sister

You died to the lust of the world
Casting your soul at the mines in your thighs
They sing to you swift songs
As you swaggered through the aisle:
Disgustful love songs!
The love that follows you degrades you

On his holy bed lies your still potentials
It marches swiftly to heaven
Like flames that never return
To him you seem a mere mill.
Goodnight, sister!
For you died to the world.

I shall never see you again in your whole self,
I shall never see the splendour of your destiny thereafter,
I shall never have you spark the lights in the world.
Your flame lies, your cinder withers in his tattered roof.

Mark me, sister!
As you journey to the land of the dead,
Know that you have my bitter blessings.
I plague you with blessings from heart which teems with love.
But the offspring you mill From your lustful beds
Would bear the tale of my discontent
Their curses await you at dawn.
Goodbye to your doom, beloved!