Hold on, lustful eater,
Why does your stomach rumble
At the sight of a fruit unprocessed?
Ethylene’s work not yet done.
Defying this will set you on edge
And send you to the loo.
Your forceful pull sends pain
Down my spine. Your idea of me
Is to devour. But hold on you eater,
Else you flutter.
Your avid desire to consume while
Will only set your bowels on fire.
Your escapades of the closed, quick
And “straight way” will make you a
Till nature’s work be done,
Making my acidity and sourness
My mealy form to juiciness,
Tartness to sweetness,
That I blossom to fragrance…
Janet Olabisi hails from Oyo State. She currently studies Communication and Language Arts at the University of Ibadan. She takes delight in reading and writing.