by Olawuyi Mutiu
She knocked my door on morning dew .
''Who is that?'' I asked unknown.
''It's me - your rent is due!''
- dialing too my Nokia phone...
Suddenly I bid my bed -
with a shake of heart and ear,
as I packed my tea and bread -
for it's small with her to share...
''Wait I do my good tenant;
smile my palm - my kids to feed
for today will be pleasant
like the day my king married''
''Dressing up, my landlady.
Wait I call my friends I lent;
Some of them are too stingy -
to release is hard...'' She went.
From afar she raised her voice:
''By the noon I want the cash
to avoid my angry noise
and to wave the renting clash...!''
As I heard her roaring says
with the clues from past tenants
I opined to count my days
like the queen of captured ants.
Hence I raised my voice to God -
to construct my own castle
with some cars like fine Accord -
''Only Ye art merciful!''
Last updated July 14, 2015