▄◘A FUTILE PASSAGE◘▄ I stood on the bank of the River Niger Like a troubled traveller, to find a haven in her bosom With a sweltering glumly face I came to unfold my past My birth My beginning My destiny … The priests of memory search Endlessly among the cowries-trapped-stars But the auspices returned "Search not found"! The divinatory configurations displayed a silent board Was that possible? Then, I stepped further to catch my mirrored site Alas! Juddered vibrations greet my baffled sight My tattered cloths, too miserable for any readings I have no beginning I have no history I have no past… A century of aimless wanderings in scary bedlams Forcefully embalmed for selfish banquets In bits and pieces, the pallbearers openly feed On the anthills painfully moulded by smiling ants Where am I? Now, I look up into the sky, perhaps I will see my star But the clouds came quickly and it was blank and bare Yes! I saw my star, the message, clear as the cumulonimbus No fate No future No tomorrow Then, I sit patiently, thirstily beside the delta creeks Gazing at its phantasmal course with my burdened eyes Waiting for the last trumpet to free me from these clear myriads Waiting for a fertile birth from these carnivals of futile massacres Shawls from the amalgamation of a stinking shroud. OREDOLA IBRAHIM ©2013
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 09:49:21 +0000
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