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Ilora

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By Toonday

Ilora

Ilora dons an eerie atmosphere,
  A spacious emptiness wherein
       You can handpick your fear.
Houses stand, with windows like
     sullen sockets of forefathers
         peering at our rush & rest.
Houses that have worn several
  generations yet never known
                         a government.
Houses with a splurge of paints
   in combo of color that speaks
       of churches and witcheries
A too-young boy rides an okada
too fast. A too-old man chewing
     stick with an effort of a god.
A maiden with too tight a cloth
           wriggles her behind with
                         obvious efforts.
A tractor that has been to too
     many farms, crawling under
        the weight of its burdens.
A signpost welcomes commuters
            in an unrecognised fonts.
                 Standing disjointedly.
“Ilora, the town of the faithful &
     Baleful”, the Oja Isale & Oja-
             Oke, of the great Akibo!
Adesokan Waliyulahi –toonday, writes from Oyo state, Nigeria.

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