Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: evening

  • A haiku of the night

    Howls and barks from sad dogs, Full moon, cold grips the quiet night When silhouettes walk the lonely streets

  • The Goose that laid the Golden Egg

    You may agree with me that evenings are best for story telling. In Africa, evenings are valuable family time. Dinner or sitouts allow time to reflect on the days work: achievements and disappointments, and to tell tales. Tales don’t just act as lullabies but convey moral virtues (and vices) as well. Now when a story…

  • A muse: Sunset

    Shadows Fall behind the mud huts They paint soulful images, Like the web tent of a black widow Hanging like a carefree skeleton And the brown stains from hands Old or fresh which design the walls Silhouettes Fall behind the palm trees They draw strange figures, One like the village masquerade which dance heartily on…

  • Lullaby: Moonshine

    ”Where there is shine, there is a way…” Take a walk through the pathways that lead to the village center Pass the heavily treed garden of sour grapes and locust bean And the ever singing Pines that border the town from the forest Upon the skies, like a print of gold on the darkened grey…

  • Airy Night

    The evening is cold The airs are mild It blows very sweet Into the eyes of all Burnt ashes fly about Even as the evening is dull And people lay yawning The wind continue to blow