My Female Sonja: Gone Mute on My Season of Bonja

|published, December 27.2018|10:56

My Female Sonja: Gone Mute on My Season of Bonja

By Ikenna Ozulumba Mbaegbu

Her silence, like a still water

Now cripples me;

Like the proverbial Tortie

She has pulled back

In her unseen shell,

My Female Sonja,

Gone mute on me

On my time of Bonja!

This I must tell

If I have to, I will yell,

Had it been when

She's got her full strength

When work was much lesser;

When road to glory was less hasher,

She would 've responded to my bonja

My very struggle

To fix this new team of Five

Entrusted unto me,

We were two but like ten alive,

And foes fear our den

But then she's gone

Gone, gone mute on me,

On my season of Bonja!

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Is it ill health?

Or is it lack of wealth?

Still recall I back in the day,

Oh, good old days,

When we were still in the same fleet

Thou would cause me to speak

Thou would cause me to be in spirit

And writing was fun and we made it!

If it were back in the day,

Thou would be the first 

Yes, the very first

To indicate thy support,

As thou harboured fear not

To my request

And me and thee

Would make a huge conquest.

But now, thou art on me 

Gone mute

On my day of Bonja...

Even though she's gone mute

This daughter of Zion

still in her has it,

At will she turns it on

She's got the spirit of two men

And she knoweth

She's the one I refer to;

And may we to her look up to.


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