THE PRAYING VOICE BESIDE THE OSUN RIVER

The smiling sun above gave an indication of the
voice,
Yet, out of the
frightening silence it mumbled,
Sending down the spine a feeling of loneliness so infectious,
Reminiscent of solitary human existence in the jungle. Again
came the tiny voice from beside the peaceful river,
‘Bless me mother and
make me a mother’.
Her troubled twinkling eyes the color of a lively
liver.
Discalceate feet
rooted to the spot like mortal.
In August, her supplications would not have been
lonely,
But now, the
only companions are the ageing priestess’ merciful eyes.
Then the bellowing and grumbling from above so loudly.
Just before the cascades, something lighted up her relieved beautiful
eyes.
Now drenched and soaked in her white attire and undried,
It was hard to say if
she had smiled or cried.
Babatunde
Idowu Ebenezer. 
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