On the 53rd Anniversary of Nigeria’s Independence Palmist map. Road map Five dead decades Retrospect recalls alive like now Wakes yesterday Perfumed with today’s scent To this they are lost With the star gazer’s look Beclouding their sight They seek a thorough fare From the face of a palm Yesterday remains fresh as today Today presents a stale taste of yesterday To this they are lost Steering deeper beyond eyes’ limits Tracing the palmist’s map Of criss-crossing lines Running across a palmist map Of the hand Seeking to find but a path Through our labyrinthine journey To see if fortune makes fortunate To this they are lost Yesterday remains fresh as today Today presents a stale taste of yesterday With a map lying on the face of the palm Unfurls wide-flung open Like the truth Like the firmament’s fat face Of endless limits, Armed with a blind compass To this they are lost A barren road map of futile signages Leading all at once to all directions Heading all at once to no direction As divided as doubt Like when walking on a divided road Fear divides the rest Endless rummaging In the veiled blindness of night’s sleeping eyes To this they are lost © PenSpeaks Gbadebo Israel Fagbemi
Posted on: Tue, 01 Oct 2013 08:43:10 +0000
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