The Parables of My Soul

In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography. On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses, but also the selfishness of their spiritual benefits in the face of the imposture of the supposed crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The eloquence of my silence allowed my innocence to resist the violence of arrogance. The tyranny of hegemony and the xenophobia of foreigners breed racial savagery and imperialist barbarism, while Western supremacy is transformed into a burlesque comedy trivializing negrophobia. Suffering generates sentences, but sometimes repentance opens the way to independence, so that insolence can never turn into condescension. Between the medals and the funerals, between the reunions and the reprisals, battles grip the rudder of my destiny, with a range of tortures. My emotions oscillate between devotion to justice and the promotion of disbelief, urgently seeking remission of my transgressions, before the purification of the flames of hell plunges my divine spark into the furnaces of illumination. The liberation of my ambitions contributed to the strengthening of my convictions, so that my determination unleashed the full extent of my potential. My distance from dementia is minimal, even if the angel of death exempts me for the moment from the penances of the eternal abyss, my blasphemies sow the seeds of a new hope. The history of my people is the memory of its victories and the grimoire of its disappointments, Despite the decline of the pharaohs, the savagery of slavery and the barbarity of colonization, she taught me saving lessons so that my Africanness could flourish throughout the Earth. In the permanent search for truth and sincerity, I aspire to freedom, equality and fraternity, To a serenity, far from the vanities that humanity loves to adulate to forget its fragilities. Between my feelings and their punishments, stands the sanctuary of the last judgment, their compliments obscure the lights of my cosmic atom. In the quarrels of my past, the aftereffects persist, recalling the rebellious periods of my tormented soul. I will never trust human beings, even if immortal love challenges my conscience.