Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Black heritage


Make way for the dancers
They have come from afar
To teach us the new steps
A cline of attitude to be conform with our culture
Cling unto thy mother side
Little Gbenga, like a mango that mustn’t bow to the powers of the wind
They are not our own
Their mask shames our heritage
They sang in foreign tone
And dance to borrowed gong
Those are not the symbol of Eyo,
We must wait till ‘morrow to consult with Ifa
Least the lighting of Sango be leash on our new steps
And all will be still

Submitted: Sunday, June 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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