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Tayo
Omotayo Olaoye
Nigeria, Lagos, Ikotun

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Mama

'Mama, Mama ...' I cried.
Mama pet but I still cried.
'What happen?' She asked
And I pointed to the ceiling.
She looked up,
She saw nothing.
'What happen my son?'
Again and again she asked.
And I cried the more.
She clung me to her back
And clapped the floor with her foot;
Her mouth also sang for me.
But I still cried
Until I slept it off.

Mama,
A mother that cares,
A mother that loves,
The strong mother of the blacks,
The giant woman of Africa.
She was busy throughout the day
Looking for firewood,
And looking for leaves.
See her at night
With cocoa leaves,
With banana leaves.
Arranging them in order
To wrap her corn starch.
I slept before her
But she wakes before me.
When I woke up in the morning
The maize pudding was on fire.
In front of the fire I sat
Warming my body
And watching Mama
As she wrapped the corn starch.
The corn starch that brought money,
The money that trained us.


My grandma,
My first teacher,
Your 1, 2, 3......... I never forget;
Your A, B, D.......... I never forget;
Your labour of love I cannot forget.
Mama thought of having a cover
But the time has gone
And the strength, no more.
The death of a loved son
Kills her daily.
Don't worry mama,
We will still have it
More beautiful than you imagine,
More wonderful than you dream.
Mama longed to see the time
She would back my babies.
She longed to see me
Graduating from the school.
She composed a song
For the coming celebration
But death did not allow her.
Don't worry Mama
Your big dream for me,
Your big thought for me,
All will still come.

My grand ma,
A mother that loves,
A mother that cares,
Till her last day,
Till her last breath.
Her last word,
Her dying mouth,
Still remembered a son.
Mama,
Rest over there.
Your heirs are here
And we cherished your cares.
May the bond of love
Which you left behind
Still keep us together.
God be with us. Amen.

*In memory of Late Mrs. Janet Aturu, my grand mother.

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Johndeprey Comment by: Johndeprey - 2008-03-08 02:35
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PS, about the English - there is no such thing as "good English". Use words as you are used to speaking them. RK Narayan wrote in English the way it is spoken by Indians and Graham Green said at the time that RK Narayan was the best writer in the English Language. I've just come back from Gambia - I loved the way Gambians speak in English. It would be nonsense to distort their words to turn them into an imagined "good English".
Johndeprey Comment by: Johndeprey - 2008-03-08 02:31
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Cangratulations! Wonderful poem. I wish I could be that generous towards my mum. I loved the diction too, the little snap shots of her life. So good. Thank you
YeOldeFart Comment by: YeOldeFart - 2007-08-16 20:36
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Tayo, you poured your heart into this one. You reached deep and found exactly the correct emotions to express. Because English is your second language your syntax is often lacking, but I think it adds to the colloquial charm of your piece.
Well done.
autodepressive Comment by: autodepressive - 2006-12-25 10:48
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really touching, you must really have loved your grandmother...
sharmaine Comment by: sharmaine - 2006-12-22 16:50
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I love this. Especially the part about Africa and the mother of the blacks. It was very nice. Great job!!
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