Poetry: Amala Dudu By Fawole Immanuel Taiwo


A stream gives flow in my mouth at a view of thee.
A horse ridden within me races smoothly at thy sight.

Thy presence on this palate
In company of thy escorts is but relishing.

Ditto to the trial of gold,
Art thou tried in fire.
But, alas,
Thou hath conquered!
And on thee also will I mark a triumph.

As these folks will say:
“Iyán makes food, Ámàlà makes the medication.”
Thou indeed hath striped my ill;
An ill birthed by hunger.
Amala dudu, thou art great but not worthy of plundering my wit.

…Penning The Penable
© 2017
Sonnet on Amala




Fawole Immanuel Taiwo is an upcoming writer of the three genres of literature. He has some of his works published online. He is a student of Philosophy and English at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. Best of his writings are ‘Segilola Eleyinju Ege’ and ‘The Amphitheatre and Ironies’.