The pot is on fire,
Inside it is a soup
That promises to be yummy.
I saw her through the corner of my eye,
Ladle in hand, hurrying to the hearth.
“What are you trying to do, Lápé?!” I screamed.
“Wait for the soup to be done,
Leave the ladle be,
Else you drink a soup half-cooked
And end up with a racing stomach.”
©August 2020, Ayobami Temitope Kehinde
