SORROWFUL SONG... By: Rose Ashaolu et Oluwasola Abiola

I sing the song of a sorrowful man
Who gets back from work daily to a nagging woman
And can't lay his head at peace without trouble
Doing his best not to make his world crumble
Wouldn't mind any sacrifice to have a happy home
Hoping daily if just one holiday he could spend in peace at Rome
Or a place abundantly far away from home
Praying for sure a day he will become a boss of his own
Ending cruelty from the place he got apart from his home

I sing the song of a frustrated woman
Hoping if only her husband's heart she could win
Wishing her
Bitterly wishing her husband's life was shown to her
Still lost and confused on why the prince charming has turned a brutal beating monster
Who despite all, still wish to be with the man who claims to be so close yet so far

The frustrated woman, whose in-laws treat her as though a commoner
Enduring all pain yet hoping for better days
And praying if just for once her womb be opened
Bringing laughter without an end - at least if only to her

On the sol-fa notes of a writer I sing
Singing aloud the sorrowful part in in harmony
The sorrowful part of rejection, condemnation and frustration from countless publishers
Perhaps one day, he will write a story that will change his story

I sing the sing of a broken hearted girl
Who after giving all her love got nothing back in return
And most of her unknown mistakes counted against her
A broken hearted girl who hoped the love she had given out could be reciprocated
Wishing her trust could stand strong and never be betrayed
Hoping that forever as the flower in the spring, her love will bud

With the same voice in unison I sing the sorrowful song of a celebrity
Who to the whole world is in a relationship
Unknown to all that in loneliness such sail his emotional ship

I sing the song of an abandoned child
Who hope if only motherly love it could acquire
Wishing if only in the father's care and strong arms he could abide
Daily dreaming of possessing  a sense of living
And imagining a life with not too less and not too much to provide a comfortable future
The sorrowful song of a tormented child I sorrowfully sing still
Who wish daily necessities could be provided for
And hoping one day, from the cruelty of strangers he would be saved

I sing the song of a weary girl
Whose innocence has been used to act against her
Whose confidence and hope has gone down the pit of her being raped
And the society has melted out its prejudice upon her
While her predator walk down the street as a free man
But the circumstance of her being a victim has been used to stigmatize her
And she wish a day, though she know not of, hoping it's very soon, she would be vindicated

Bitterly I sing the song of a bereaved boy
Who at the early age of life lost relations to the cold hands of death
And he's left wondering if the cruel world he can survive
Hoping one day his scary story will change for good

I sing the sorrowful song of a fresh graduate
Whose curriculum vitae is up to date
Yet not job till date
Who do we blame? Him? Society? Government? Or his associate?

In the voice of a frustrated pastor I sing
Thinking if this calling is really his calling
Or a mere network error or mishap with his hearing

I sing the sorrowful song of a bike man (olókadà)
With two kids at home and a wife to feed
Yet due to lack of passengers, hardly make #1,000 per day
Maybe one day he will ride into his green pasture and be comfortable

We can continue to sing and sing endlessly
But in whatever situation you are
Be optimistic and endure
Because...
If sorrow lasts a night
Joy comes in the morning

©EXPLORER...🌹 et ABSOL