Ika Poem by Samuel Obono Jr

The umbilical cord
refutes the blade of the midwife
now the infant is cursed
the serpent's head remain unbruised
so all fell on that Eve

The gaze in our eyes
ika
and we look alittle further
woe to the man without sin
let God pluck his eyes

ika
you know me by name
and you call from within
your voice
sonorous a sound
not the tuneless voice
of truth

ika
consumer of flesh- and bone
the savagery of the soul
who denies you
denies himself
for in you man is one
till he is reconciled to Eledumare