Written by: Fisayo Aderounmu

Who are you? I was asked. 
I turned to the potter and asked, who am i?
He responded, you called me the potter and 
he continued with his work. 
Then i realized that i am the clay but 
He remains the potter. 
I wish i have the picture of what 
He wants to make of me but 
He keeps showing me the scriptures.