Sweet Mother

My seasoned Iroko The Olumo rock Of my spine The one who climbs Mount Kilimanjaro With one step I salute you Mother, Whose face is crisper Than, Bright, black stars, gold And, Precious diamonds of Africa I salute you Mother, Who fearlessly tames fiery furnace With bare fingers Who kills one million lions In a single raid Quencher and killer of hunger I salute you Mother, Whose slender arms Are stronger than The walls of Jericho The fearless one Whose Google Makes men shrink Between their thighs The lone ranger Who goes hunting Without a gun But, Returns with basket Filled with bounties I salute you Mother, Kind landlady who nurtured me For nine monthis Without recouping rent How can I forget Your sugar soothing Lullabies at bed time And, Your caressing, warm, tender fingers Which, Like the magic of baobab Heal me from Sickness and sadness I salute you Mother, Whose dark, impenetrable wings Immune me from Sharp arrows of my traducers Whose, Angelic smile disarms More than a billion Straying demons I salute you Sweet, ebony, Mother, The greatest of the greatest The unproclaimed, undefeated, Unheralded and undisputed Champion of all heavyweights, Killer and Quencher of hunger, I salute you!