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After Amadioha went into sweet nightmares, he made us to breath through the chest of the sea. from the celestial bodies of the shrine, We shone our forefather's smile with a mirage, a little littered mirage spelling words in ellipsis. these were the rose crumbs tailored in the sand castle of our glassful laughter, we're the Palmful morning in the eyes of our home in the abyss. when a child cries, he forgets that the route to his home is written on his body as a tattoo. when a girl thinks of gathering firewood in the heart of the forest, she thinks of her thigh & the bushes surrounding it, nature made it so. We do not think of our skin as a poetic of agony, We do not think of our eyes as poetry letters but we draw lines and currents of imaginations describing how rituals made men insane. We carried out those prilgrim for the boys, our forebearers made us cracked our head up, they carved pumpkins traces for this generation; for this humble journey mixed with fire & water. Our souls, our dreams were the Shakespearean places you never had the chance to see physical. they are the rituals of nature, a side Sithoulte, a wonder land created like a paradise you don't stay often but in your dreams & imageries. We are birthed here as debris & plump scars, a tortured lips holding the past & the present. We are the foundation of everything evil spirits, We were born in the ritual of a grievous war. to say a human is a benchmark of his own, to say a man is a mango dropping without a choice of where and how to touch the sand, to say a man is everything fretwork of agony; to say a men are slaughtered memories... but to this edges of rites & repeated steps, We'll remain the gospel from every mouth. Our ancestral hands shall still set a table, to tell the girlchild how to sit in a public hall to hand over the shrine to the boychild to tell man that he owns a woman as head. to keep birthing good and ugly children. our hope will always depict heavens glory and, our darkest fears as the skin of hell. And it must be passed down to the next genes to tell the next & sand keep multiplying. This is the ritual of mankind to remain alive. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustrations.
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