On the hilltop of ancient Idanre kingdom
Where mama once swung are maiden waist
To the thundering drums of Owa dancers

Doors are knocked
To keep snakes and not men away
Their smiles were real
And trust was in the love they shared

I look over those mountains
With satisfactory jealousy
But she look back those years
With careful anger and disgust
Those were the days of darkness, she says

I live in the present loving the past
She lived in the past loving the present
There are evils in this age I resents
There are wickedness in the past she also laments

It really does not matter which age we live in
This world is incurably cruel

© Olatuja Oloyede