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Design of Inhuman

 The journey began from birth
 Since presented out into this life,
 The brow beating experience,
 Gloom besetting this vagabond soul
 Are harrowing like the trail in front,
 The ancestors had proclaim the future
 To be bright, baring all retributions
 Encounters in life,
 They have spat out hard wine
 Cracked the obliging kola nuts
 And chewed the Alligator pepper,
 Honey gel and Adun had featured in my throat
 I have been boiled in salted perfume
 And showered with herbal spring,
 My soap is dark mushroom from an ancient iroko
 Soaked in the pot of palm oil
 I am spick and span;
 The red-hot emerald from ember of coal
 Have burnt into my chord
 And swallowed into my belly,
 I, lifted up with shaking hands
 And showed to the rising sun,
 The two hands clasped together
 Taken up at wrists with shaky hands
 And showed to the setting sun,
 My legs brought together
 Gripped at the ankles with shaking hands
 And turned upside down;
 Showing me the underside, inner in of the universe
 The world is not trust worthy
 Don’t take more than you can chew
 Don’t give more than you can chew
 You will grow and yet old
 Prosper in life yet progressive
 Go in peace,
 You will not miss it
 You will not die
 You will not smell
 You will not wander
 You will not miss the entrance to your abode
 You will not suffer reproach
 Go with joy,
 I then gathered together including
 Sack of experience of life on my back
 Loaded with my egg on top,
 They weigh a tone but, not a weigh down.
 I have journey to the end of the ocean,
 Climbed to the tallest peak
 Tour to where the wind originated,         
 Seen and met genera diverse in
 Mythology, taste, setting in milieu
 I have gone to the end of pleasure
 And back; still I am on trip.

Copyright © Afolabi Taiwo

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