Should You Get There Before Me

Echoes from Adebayo Make sure grandmother see your face, tell her of the fastened ground which harbours me in promiscuous manner. Prepared a gainful story in your lips, my mother must not know that life has made me one of his orphans in the wood. Death is a coward in the paradise of life. Should you get there before my shadow, make more noise of my deeds to all. I have planted roses on the laid rocks, the streams have I impregnated with fishes, The grasses will make a fairy smile of you but sky those brightness to your heart Tilting fresh egoes into a panning future. My journey is of a saint of wisdom, tears of a widow is nearer to my heart. My mother must not sing of war song my father must not tie his wrapper twice, make sure that the rat and lizard don't go swimming because of your past tale, striveness of the goddess is my willpower. Move this sword to my barn of greatness I have made the fool of the women in fear, making a move is not a test of brevery; for the trials of Wole yielded no result yet, he was detained to just justice of joy. Should you get there before my voice is heard Tell them I am not died to the abyss of their thought. Should you get there before me... walk not your sagging lips to rot in the street of walls and emptiness and hopes. Your dreams must not fall like sands, Remember, we are called to cackle in one voice which stand for unity and peace. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration