Ako I Gba Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Hawked was he around the rigid globe,
Colourfully girded with golden robe.
His conveyer did to him affection wroth,
And even kindness, love and caring sort.
Again was he hawked back to his abode,
With all title written all over him: the 'beloved'.
He felt himself on the pinnacle of the world,
Yet, returned was he to the stinky mud.
When he was wroth in his affection's sight,
Rushed was he to him to dress him right.
He washed, kept and made him important show.
Then, gave he, him, a virtue and let him go.
But, woah! , he'd returned to the mud with eager;
'What will i call thou ingrate? , but 'Ako I Gba':
C.2017