Image: from Hezekiah Oluwasanmi Library, Obafemi Awolowo University
We were rowing without being fearful
“This is strange”, i thought
Can life run without an effort?
The day is so bright and beautiful
Everything seems calm; it’s the morning
All of a sudden, there arose the evening
The evening prime rose opened
It’s still beautiful i thought
The daylight gradually went dim
Leaving us in a somber state
Is that the worst life’s got?
At this time, i could only feel, i can’t see
I could feel the evening tide approaching
At first, it caressed us mildly
It’s cheating, it’s a coward, i said
Why is it coming in the dark?
When no one could see it approaching
But then, there seems to be a giant wall ahead
Approaching us, as we were approaching it
Thoughts of what that could be clouded my minds
Can this be the storm?
The one i read about in books?
Has the mild tide metamorphorsed into a storm?
Before i could sort out those thoughts
It has reached us, Oh! What a great blow on us
Seems we’ve lost our bearings
Are we gonna survive this? We’ve already landed amidst the storm
We’ve lost everything, nothing is left
Our boat, our lamps and it’s extremely dark now
We were confused the more, no more hope
But then, Did we lose them all for real?
No! there seems to be something left
Though weak, i could still feel the will to survive
There has to be hope somewhere
The storm seems not to be giving up
Where then is the hope hanging?
All of a sudden, the sun arose again
Though the stormy night persists, it’s the day once more
I can’t believe we just survived the storm
The journey is indeed crooked and stormy
But then, armed with the will to survive
We did! We survived! We sailed through!