MAAMI

Maami,

The molder,

The Teacher,

The disciplinarian.

Your igbati-igbamu

Is the best tool I’ve ever seen

When it comes to child training,

Your igbaju olooyi is the best choice

For Cognitive Recalibration

Your winks and pinches

Speaks volume,

More than the best dissertation ever written.

You spoke both words and lashes.

Employing each at the right moments.

Lashes were for the day,

Words were for the nights.

How and where you

Got the confidence to beat with Orogun,

I still wonder till date.

They call it child abuse

You call Ibawi

Spare the rod, Spoil the child

Was your daily watchword

Stranger asked if

I was birthed by you

Or given out for servitude

Yet at that,

You were the sweetest.

Countless nights you woke me,

As if for a conversation,

But I get welcomed

From the sweet sounding sleep

With a round of applause

My face being the victim

Even when I developed

Tolerance to your beating

You explored my body

With teeth.

Ha! Those unforgettable moments.

Your lashes go beyond strikes,

Your words pierce deep

Cuts deeper than a knife.

Your taught with both

Words and lashes

Those years were like slavery.

Looking back, they are

Treasured memories.

You built with lashes during the day

And built with prayers at night.

Thanks for molding me

With all you had.

You taught my hands to war

I learned virtue

And got victuals

From you.

Those experiences will forever be treasured till the end of the clock!

I LOVE YOU MAAMI.

Pope Fhysx © 2017