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THE VANITY FAIR

AISHATBy Babatunde Aishat

 

I know of an open fair

Beaming brightly with the heaven’s glare

Glamorously girdled by the Adam’s ale in its novelty

Life is, but a vanity fair, devoid of certainty

Beautifully blanketed in hues of blue and gray

Underneath, it lays the brownish dark erupe in its hay-day

Bartering items Eve’s fruits trade in gait

Life is, but a vanity fair devoid of certainty

 

A passage that must be transverse

A holy set of Adam’s products conversed:

“In this fair, must we trade in infidelity?”

Life is, but a vanity fair devoid of certainty

 

Sold here are goods as good as gold

Honesty, justice, chastity, piety put on hold

Lies and deceives are cloaked in garments of originality

Life is, but a vanity fair devoid of certainty

 

At my wit’s end, a stith-erom I become

As much use as a handbrake on a canoe is this fair to overcome

Not to get comeuppance, I surge on the road of piety

Life is, but a vanity fair devoid of certainty

 

At the very end of this fair, home shall return to

For a fair haven do I seek in this fair before the go

For I may soon be in the vehicle of its eternal enmity

Life is, but a vanity fair

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo