Remembering those times past
He had time to laugh
And time to pity.
What time has a man?
Set out at dawn
Set in late in the night
Neither caterer nor cook at home
It was tough times.
What time has he acquired?
To serve the stove for soup and pasta
So late at night
Heavy burden upon his heart
Weighed down by the toil of the day
Goes to bed with nothing in his bowel
No cause to cry or laugh
Tomorrow will be good, he hopes indeed.
Sometimes he ends the day with roast plantain
Bread to him is a scarce commodity
The pot is dry
The stew is finished.
Remembering those times past
When problems were heavy on his chest
The bitter, bitter past.
Now are sweet tales
They say woman is a problem disguised
Pretty woman, pretty wahala
My problem has arrived
My woman has finally come
My problems are gone
A problem is now with me.
If problem brings such relief
And consolations, coveted for so long
That problem is a solution
May she always abide with me
My solution, my problem
My problem, my solution
Let her abide in my bosom
Till death do us part.
Poem by Olatubosun David
Olatubosun David is a Nigeria writer and poet. A graduate of Rufus Giwa Polytechnic, Owo, Ondo State (2013), in Office Technology and Management. Currently works as a confidential secretary in the department of Mathematical Sciences, Achievers University, Owo. Ondo-State, Nigeria.