MÀ'ÁMI (My Mother)
Dedicated to mothers
Who despite bereavements, strives When for offspring, quests to have And elation of errands envisaged? Mà'ámi!
From pillar to post maneuvered, Spent; bought; all for investment That would hereafter make waves? Mà'ámi!
Some blamed her futility on past; The syringe captains say "nature"; The four-eyed men say "ancestral"? Oh mà'ámi!
Year after year dream comes true, Then joy envelopes the household On the arrival of new born king? Mà'ámi!
Compliment upon compliment, Friends and foes stealthily offered On Christening of spear that shakes? Mà'ámi!
I remember the sleepless times When you lull the aròbó to sleep To quench the buzzing silence, Mà'ámi!
Even when four-legged I explored, Scattering basins, bowls, and plates, All for puerile wisdom to seek, Mà'ámi!
Rain and shine, she's there for me, Strapping me at the back tightly. Then I sleep like broken bottle? Mà'ámi!
Now that I've grown to the apex, I plead to God long life to grant the Mary of our generation in salubrity, Mà'ámi!
Tosin writes under the name Ajekunrin of Africa — poems, plays, and essays about home, distance, and what gets left behind.
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