VANGUARD POETRY: Sound of my ancestors

 

By: Abdulrahman Tanimu

A vessel that wonders, who would understand his sound.

It's a sound, not from the ancestors but environment.

He scowl and squeal, what about my progeny?

Which sound would they make?

Would it be of the ancestors or the environment?

He said to his voice in devotion, my ancestors' voice it is.

He was not ready for a relationship.

Alas, relationships may lead to conjugality.

With that comes progeny, hmmm

It's hard to think about progeny in the world state.

Would they be Godly or UnGodly, is that question valid?

MH2 was lit, I saw a luminary shining through my heart.

She was sited but you could tell of her height.

I could not stop staring, of course, the luminance is enthralling.

I spoke to my heart with a voiceless sound.

This lady must be very special to all around her.

My heart says to me, "Is beauty a criterion for loving and marriage".

I answered, maybe I should let her pass.

I don't really know her, just her luminosity.

Walking on the dust of Danfodio, an angel came passing.

She gave me digits to connect with her, what a lucky youth I am.

I get to know her better, and what she possesses.

She is an angel of piety, Godliness, and dear.

She stands out in the midst of many as the one.

She mesmerized my heart and thinking hat.

She speaks the language of the environment and my ancestors.

I was at peace knowing my progeny would speak out loud.

They would speak the language of my ancestors.

Growing in good manners and better training.