by John Chizoba Vincent
I told my story to the moon this morning
and he was excited at my new honey words
that breaks the ear of it beauty,
I think the sun was angry because I saw
her walked away with a battered black face.
What do u think the air would do?
Honestly, the stars were my witness and
They were the supporting narrators,
But I didn't know why the sun walked away on
Hearing what was in my golden mouth.
The story was not too sexy or that bad
But, it was as interesting as the Nollywood movies.
I told the moon about my love whose smile
Glows and makes the earth a paradise,
She was from the moon planet, a virgin,
That nurtures me like Moremi of Oyo kingdom.
We were happily married before the sun; before
The stars, before the clouded cloud.
The night was an old night when we wedded,
The stars was watching from its abode
When the pastor put Ring on her fingers.
After the night wedding I thank the stars for watching
Then, I praised the moon for listening
and for Giving me light that tells of my tomorrow.
Last updated May 25, 2016