{"id":1623,"date":"2009-03-10T11:20:35","date_gmt":"2009-03-10T11:20:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1623"},"modified":"2009-03-10T11:20:35","modified_gmt":"2009-03-10T11:20:35","slug":"kayode-isaac-is-looking-at-gold-and-a-mirror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/kayode-isaac-is-looking-at-gold-and-a-mirror\/","title":{"rendered":"Kayode Isaac is looking at gold and a mirror"},"content":{"rendered":"


Gold and Mirror<\/span>


Whoever called one gold, the other mirror<\/span>
Must be a she, yes, <\/span>
One who had sagacity and audacity<\/span>
To have played a game with past name<\/span>
I think she is a she, a feminist she<\/span>
But how bold is gold; how minor is mirror?<\/span>

Gold, from time, is a jewel. It is to mirror<\/span>
What heaven is to hell, comparing them is an error<\/span>
Like to parallel lines<\/span>
Gold is a symbol of possession<\/span>
With value measured by secret<\/span>
And the fewer, the fairer.<\/span>

Mirror is inferior <\/span>
To gold which is bold<\/span>
Seeing too many faces with<\/span>
No economic value; the more you grow,<\/span>
The less you need your image<\/span>
Trying to be aware of its damage.<\/span>

Given the chance to choose just one,<\/span>
Go for gold \u2013 mirror is too minor!<\/span>


* Kayode Isaac writes “In my part of Nigeria, the South-Western people known as the Yoruba, the father is often regarded as one's 'mirror' and the mother as one's 'gold'. In a male-dominating culture such as ours, the man has 'absolute power' and has too many commitments to have a personal, deep relationship with his immediate family, hence this poem.”<\/span>

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