THE GOAT MATE
Written by: Flourish Joshua
Daily, when I see mama’s goats
Parade out of their barn to the streets
To toil their breakfast themselves,
I’d like to think they’re of age.
And oft they’d begin their toiling;
From mama Gbenro’s bitter leaves
To mama Yewande’s water leaf plantation,
Then, to Baba Ade’s yam peels.
The night one of them returned with injury,
Mama knew it was either
Mama Gbenro’s stone, mama Yewande’s stick or
Baba Ade’s pestle that had injured it.
And sometimes, I see them gather,
Climbing each other’s spine desperately
And bleating like ones that mourneth for their mother;
Attempting to mate and produce kids.
When I see them mate,
I’d like to widely open my eyes unblinkingly
Like the eyewink duel
Of the Children of Lanwa –
Not missing an act of the Scene;
For it was pleasant to the eye.
Nothing was more interesting to us
Than when goats mate in Lanwa.
Sometimes, they’d ‘wow’ us:
The kids would attempt to mate their mother,
As young as they were,
But She’d often protect herself with her horns.
Oh! How interesting it was
To watch goats mate in Lanwa;
For they were the Lanwawood Actors
Everyone would want to see.