The beast in me is dead, but that is the least of my problem
I have witnessed my mortality’s destruction, but I don’t know if my resurrection is guaranteed
To attain immortality
My fear is if I will get a seat amongst those who have ruled before me
I bear their vigour, valour, honour
I am them
I hope to become an oracle to which the living beckon on
I hope my class in the glassy rivers of ancestors rise
That I may be robed in an Adire{1}
{1} A tie and die cloth common in southwest Nigeria.
(Abuja, Nigeria, October,2013)
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