By Opaaje Alexander

Now we kick the ball

from where the previous match ended,

we began another to

make hay while the sun shines

to do the deeds at the right time

On the field of New Trafford

where three officiating officials watch,

outside the line and on the field

watching our moves, our steps, our actions


We have got just one ball, one, from divinity

the call for duplicate allowed not

like the breath…

once the air escapes, it escapes!


Above your nose they know all

the spectators watching know better

let them be your checks and balances

but little audience, give to them


This match; could see red, could see yellow

but the green card pays above all

tick tick sounds the time

waiting for no soul


Keep cool,

defend right,

feed the down, middle and the upstairs

allow no lethal offence

strike strongly when necessary


Pray this match’s trophy

be for this soul that writes

for the souls that read and

for those souls treasuring the treasures of life


About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.