Hey You September!

 

Hey you September,

How beautiful you are, you bearer of good news!

And your fragrance, how heavenly!

You are altogether comely,

Pleasant and delightful.

You are all green with benefits for me,

Each day in you is fair and graceful.

Every second in you is like the honeycomb,

Oozing sweet, sweet honey unto me.

How shall I not rejoice in you, dear September? --

You who fan into flame dying embers --

Bringing forth into reality long conceived dreams!

Welcome September,

I am loving you already,

'Cause I know we shall have a jolly ride together.

I believe, and so I speak!

© September 2020, Ayobami Temitope Kehinde

THE POT IS ON FIRE

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