DILEMMA OF A BREEZE In this market place, I stand Looking through minds Checking how lips moves As they sell goods Rice, like this was here, and beans, like that was there Cash in hand and purses robust And the breeze of progress passed through The market Blessing every soul and laughing silently loud I was that breeze that passed Listening to the music of give and take I was that breeze caressing the skins of women and men That breeze that raised the skirts of ladies And poured sand into the eyes of men That breeze that carried plastic bags miles away I was that breeze that heard the… but soon to die The noise came from somewhere there, I do not know where The sound of that deadly boon Plucked my ears from every corner But I heard it, when it began I heard it as it brought out Sango’s rage No, it was not Sango, it was death All death and all death It was men, it was men All men and all death It was science All pure but all death and all death I lingered upon every man’s skin Women cold as ice, Lovers dead as woods Babies roasted like corns It was death It was men All death and all death It was those who told peace to go to bed It was men, all men and all men It flowed from my many many eyes Rivers of plenty plenty tears I saw it shipwreck; life of happiness at the belly of the market They were all dead And what’s a king without subjects? It came, an empty calabash I took it and there I…. soon was dead. This is soon to re-echo As I see them come again Those men, but who will I tell Who will hear my call Who will I tell that my Akudaaya Is about to go somewhere else Who will I tell That that man there Has Western charm hanging around his skin? Eledua o! you who created me You, who never leaves the harmless alone Eledua o! wont you protect these ones? Sango: the Yoruba thunder god, believed to emit fire from mouth Akudaayo: the re-incarnated being of a dead person Eledua: name given to the yoruba creator god. midebenedict.blogspot
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