Passage

We were like men on earth, We ate bread and drank from the same calabash as they, When the time came we return to our world, Signs were; Our toes refute the earth, And, we walked with our foot suspended in the air. Men who had four eyes saw, And held their heart from straying off their chest, “They are SPIRITS!” they cried, But, they were no human than us, For, humans do not have four eyes? Their voices caused through the community, But, everyone received it with disbelief, “Unless we see, we will not reckon” In twos and threes, they darted here, We were here, standing above the ground. We knew our time has come, But, these people do not have eyes, They came, but saw us as always, The four eyed men stood on the doorway, Guiding the blind through the right path. We wanted to remain true to our humanism, So, we held back the ball of fire in our hands, If we wanted, we would have crushed them. “Were you able to see for yourselves?” “All we saw were our countrymen” “You have eyes, but you cannot use them” “How do you mean?” “Come, let me guide you” “Use your left hand to wash your face with your urine from this calabash, Now, go and see again” Trojan of people came thereafter, and saw, Our toes have refused the earth, “They are SPIRITS!” Everyone held their chest, But, all our feasts together, gushed from their mouth, Some grew thin at once. Oh! Today is our end on earth, Our foot went first, then our bodies followed, and our faces. Farewell!