I must recount a current fad,
In that night fastened in sleep.
Where I drew a red rosed card,
Spangled in memories of love so deep.
Mother laid, beside me still,
Fastened in sleep, strong of will.
I dreamt of love at Halloween,
Heaven and hell, I stood between,
Heaven was fair and kind to me,
And Hades hall beckons on me.
Reminding me of a pious fool,
Who lent another his working tool.
So I pulled my red rosed card,
And jealously to it I clad,
Just to pay my way out of hell,
A stranger no more there to dwell.
Lost in myself and in confusion,
Sickened of all these unsteady notions.
A torrent of darkness turned into light,
Behold! The son of man in glorious flight.
Rejecting the other, I got this chance,
Now in salvation I have to dance,
Redeemed, restored, denied of hell,
My fear relieved, I felt so well.
Then cried mother, tranced in sleep,
Pointing through a tunnel far and deep.
Behold a mirror naked and stark,
From afar revealing a crack.
Abortive effort to save the glass,
Short-lived my effort was placed alas,
Shattered in pieces unable to mend.
My soulful body Couldn't easily blend,
Why ? On a dark strait morass land,
Pieces of glass caressing the sand.
After twenty two moonlights in October,
The transient dream revealed was aired.
In circumstantial manner,
Mysterious and weird.
The mother of children less privileged.
Mighty in love, beauty and wits,
A genial mother of many bits,
Adorable woman of blissful life,
Whose heart was placed on the street,
Endlessly to save bent minds.
In spite of our intercession and pleas,
Cuddled in the cold hands of death,
STELLA OBASANJO fastened in sleep,
Six decades only, she lived from birth.