A Journey To Destiny.
White shawl tied around my waist,
on my palms sits a white calabash of fate.
At the birth of my days,
my barefoot on rhythmic pace-
a tour through life
on a bumpy road of contours
to a land i'm destined to base.
under an oak tree,
there i stood and query the breeze
how am i a pilgrim of this?
An Oyo empire
where truth is banished by the OYOMESIS'
Lie enthrone -ALAAFIN,
lust for wealth and greed,
on their farms they breed
what is the fruit of a seed sowed with greed?
peace they smash on the floor pieces.
my white shawl sag around my waist,
i pick up my calabash of fate,
let me continue the journey with faith
i look up to see the road ahead part ways.
i'm now a damn, i stand hollow
singing aloud in my mind a silent solo
which of this turn paths man go follow?
One path to the Eden of the ADENUGAS',
the Banana Island of the OTEDOLAS
where wealth is a mere slave-
I'll bath in a mesh of white feathers;
caressing my chicks is INIEDO,
kissing my lips is AGBANI Darego-
gulping from a gold brass goblet,
i get drunk of wealth and stagger.
The other path rise to the skies,
to a site beyond naked site-
a luminous gleam of light
where poetry knights:
WOLE OSUNDARE, NIYI SOYINKA and the likes.....
all clad in regalia so white.
at night,
they dance around and chant:
poetry is our rite,
our ill-fated world we rewrite.
should i jump into the light?
the midst of souls that write
our dark clouded sky bright,
sorrow rewritten to delight
souls in death healthy alive,
one verse gently heal life.
confused is the Island i stand
when he approach;
a ghost image of Robert Frost
fainting from the breeze
Echo of words of 'The Road Not Taken.'
my belle swollen of words,
a pregnancy of prowess.
but my pocket famished of cowries,
how will i make paying dowry?
even my left palm is plain of lines,
what will a fortune teller read or find?
at the Y junction of the road,
confused here i stand.
