I knew a bastard in the flesh many years ago.
More than a progeny, I intend for a folly.
Aduke, you have set course on that path of
shame.
Heaven and Earth morn for your doom that
is pending—even the oceans wail, too.

And the saddest is that you are so
awoken to the noise of the market
that you forget the serenity in the home
that raised you—
The place where papa had taught
you decency,
The very home you practised good morals in
the front of your mother, Adunni.

Maybe the blame is not all on Adunni like they
say. Just you, Aduke. Just you.
You have extinguished the fire your Father
had set to flame your heart.
What is now left of you is a cold ash; even flies
perch on you and chickens hatch.

Hmm… Heed my advice, Aduke, return home.
The mallet and the chisels that made you are
still in the backyard, shining as new.
And your craftsmen still are, praying that you
may return.
In the end, Aduke, not that wisdom is expensive,
just that foolishness is cheap—playing dead to
my words.

Hagios A. Akins

Written on September 20, 2019.

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