In My Dream . . . (For Hon. Ali M.O Ayodeji)

The dream was of me I dreamt off me in my dream It was fearfully dreadful a dream Long ago was the day of my last dream Before the dream that came knocking on me Startled still, as I opened up myself for it Then comes the dream in a dreamy toga. They were many of them gathered Gathered only in one accord accordingly Like the disciples of Jesus Christ of the then In front of a room just like the upper room Some in their usual ape-like suite with a tie Others in Babariga ;Ankara ; Damask ;Lab coat Pretending to be engrossed with something Giggling with a mischievous stern look. In one accord they all nodded cynically Mimicking no one but the Agama lizard It was of me they discussed endlessly Still refusing to leave the only path That leads to the other world of light From the darkness we were plunged into They scornfully displayed the key before me It was the key to the other world of light. Tiredness suddenly zoom off me As I regain my strength to continue to Force my way out, off the men who held sway For several moons only in darkness in a garden Meant to be of light en-route knowledge. Alas! My freedom came like a proverbial thief The king of the jungle only in the dark. For the misfit mistaken as men in our garden of light They were swept off the ground, nurtured, captured And ruptured into the dustbin of history, As I regain freedom from the shackles of their fiefdom, I shared the dream of me with other dreamers That was me in my dream. Alayande Stephen.T 13th,July,2006 , 9.49pm