Imole Olusanya

I stopped by the daisies dancing to the mellifluous voice of the air and parted my lips. “Dear dancing daisies, how do you feel being controlled by the air? do you enjoy the dance or it's against your will? Your answer can help me in this situation.” And the daisies breathed,   “Air? The air is only a servant. Why should we detest even the wind when it only carries out its duty?” Then a daisy patted my calf and added, “I understand your plight but let us not compare a messenger with a master.” And as I walked away, I thought, “How? How do I know masters from messengers who resemble masters?” This poem is written with an aim to opening our eyes to what me might not be aware of about leadership. We rebel when we are tired of bending to rules that we find obnoxious and outrageous. Be it parental control, religious fanaticism or political misdirection. Parents might be too strict but they actually have their reasons same goes with leaders too. However, these reasons might not be good. ...

  Do I make you feel as a teetotaller feels when he takes a cup of beer? Does my sight warm your heart or hurts your eyes as gazing at the sun does? Does my touch feel like the raging sun on your skin or like rain on the same? Does my arms around you make you feel in a safe haven or does it make you feel surrounded by thistles fortified by summer? Do you at my presence feel like a caged bird or like a bird set free? How free do you feel? Is it like a bird set free with its feather to fly plucked? Does your smile as bright as the noon sun define how you feel with me or hide the same? Does your heart tingle or squirm? Does your heart scream to your lips to take mine in captivity or does it scream to your legs to take over? Do I do your precious life as stars do the sky or as feet do the river? Do I as water does fire or as good soil does root do you?