After Niyi Osundare: Not My Business

I’m no longer that Who like to talk It’s not my business With the affairs of the wind Who look like breeze In it absence Fill the hearts of the soil With lies - & succeeds. What business of mine is it So long they don’t take the yam From my savouring mouth ? I’m no longer that Who like to preach It’s not my business To blame the breeze When its sights are mortified Without light but lies. Mention to it, directions Pledge to it fealty Monsters appearing to be its beholders. What business of mine is it So long they don’t take the yam From my savouring mouth ? It’s not up to me to fight Can I take care of breaches with my own hands? I’m myself amaze at how good the breeze destroy the properties of the wind What business of mine is it So long they don’t take the yam From my savouring mouth ? I’m no longer that Who like to advise It’s not my business With the affairs of the breeze When they think the wind Already learnt the biography Of the soil guided by God But have for them traces of robbery on their faces What business of mine is it So long they don’t take the yam From my savouring mouth ? I’m no longer that Who like to narrate The affairs of the wind It’s not my business To consult - suggest - argue the administration of the wind What business of mine is it So long they don’t take the yam From my savouring mouth ? I’m no longer that Who like to be a seer It’s not my business But the plan of a wind result in harm Increase the joy of destruction But it’s none of my business after My silence hurts……….