For a child, I once hunger
And in the days of yore,
On my knills I stood
For a child, I did plead.
Alas! I forgot to state unto the creator---
That a child I sought
Morality of good manners must fill.
But with you, that I’m blessed
Distress and shame, for ages
You’ve kaused me.
I will not make you that which I wish,
But lo, that which you are is evil enthused.
From whence you had come, I cannot banish you
Still, Omolasan is what you are.
My heart bleed all dusk and dawn,
Blood of regret and pain from my heart gushes.
Three days ago, a stone you cast-----
Lapade’s head you intentionally broke
The trouble and bills it brought
My health and purse it had begun to threaten;
Today again while you sat yonder,
Through my agorondi, the village headmaster walked with whips
Between his palms they lay,
Fully well I know yet another trouble you had caused
This time a deeper shame you had caused us, your mother and I indeed.
A rape your devilish mind harboured
Molayo, the heiress to the throne of this village where thy ancestors hailed
At school your victim was.
Oh dear God of mine,
What do I tell the king before whom I had been summoned?
What excuse actually has a man caught doing wrong?
Does it have to be the devil’s blueprint all the time?
Why do this to me, Omolasan,
When at the palace, a single defender pleading for thy pardon,
You’ll have not?
For nearly all the citizens of this community you had terrorized.
Unto thee, a good father I have always been
What else do you require of me,
That make you bring home with you troubles everyday, Omolasan?
If it is death you require of me,
Please do await the time when my work here is done,
For now is too young to go home.
Devilish, I should have known you’ll become
For in thy mother’s womb
You had kicked mercilessly like a bewitched storm;
And unto me, her pains she had yelled.
Hot-tempered, you had created your mother while in the womb
But now, you had driven her partially insane.
When you were born, I was glad I now own a heir
But I doubt if my corpse will rest in peace if you are my only child,
When I am certain that destruction is what you’ll bring,
To my properties and blemish unto my name,
Since you are not tired of being----
Causes Oromidayo Farore Supports
1. Human Trafficking
2. People Living With Aids