One’s Favourite

A good gain from the earth’s richness
Every man goes to grain
After months on months of tender care
Back breaking labor to purge all dirt
Its silver-like color speaks of its royalty.

It can be whipped up, down and sideways
A symbol of magic and awesomeness
Every dish comes with its own uniqueness
Every mouthful, an unending joy
Nothing satisfies the urge for change better.

With a touch of clean water,
A handful of pepper and onion
Tomatoes and friendly spice
A neighbor from any water body
Well fried, and ready to feast on

Victor Oyedele