Diallo’s Testament by Ben Okri Who can read the riddle of life In this portrait of mine? I am one on whom providence Has worked its magic reversals. Behind me are silent stories Like a storm. I have worn History round my neck like chains. Freedom is a difficult lesson to learn. I have tasted the language of death Till it became the water of life. I have shaped a little my canvas of time. I have crossed seas of fires And seen with these African eyes The one light which neither empires Nor all the might of men obscure. Man is the sickness, God the cure. https://youtube/watch?v=s0PHE9_V34E
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