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By and by, the breeze flew past his dreams

To get to his destination; the underground

And wanders about in his sojourn; lost

Lost about in his pursuit and dreams

To find himself lost and alone in his sojourn

And his heart throbbing fear in the underground

Filled with cobwebs and souls of unfulfilled dreams;

Leaving their skulls as a witness to their passing

And their failures hanging all around the underground walls.

Then the still-alive sojourner hides behind a little rock…

About to face his monster face-to-face

Then before he recovers, Lamentations creeps in

“What a great waste of fortune, dreams, and words,

After a great many years of wandering about in the dark,

Searching for treasures,

I then search until my strong bones crack and brittle,

And my voice threatens to sever its volume away,

And my legs become too weak to take me away from my nemesis,

and my once-black hair becomes grey.

Then I got treasures, wealth, fame, and honor,

But I got no time, then ‘iku‘ says it’s time,

Depriving me of quality time to enjoy my sweat,

I held onto my treasures a little more to when the great nemesis strike

His nemesis strikes his insatiable soul with eternal stillness, Then the sojourner dropped his treasured treasures as he dropped DEAD.

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.