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Sofiat Oladuntoye
Tuesday 19 January 2021

THE END OF THE TIDE THAT CAME

 

Here once sit our ancestral abode

The falling mud walls marks the speck 

Here a big fire was made year by year

To welcome a new year with sweet burnt big yams.

 

Here neither age nor positions matters

As in front of the gods;

We are just a number of devoted members

Whose lives they can sow or uproot on a whim; 

if they so choose.

 

Here they met us

With shining knives placed at the throat of the not tainted white sheep

Meant to be slaughtered and appease:

Appease the gods and atone for the faults of our existence.

 

The priest with voice as piercing as needle

Sang praise to them and not to the gods

Now the priest, our leader has been cursed,

So, who are we not to be cursed?

 

We were still called to come back from our plays,

Our gods still shouted to us, Their children,

To come back to our evening meals and sleep,

As the clouds were thickning in the large red sky.

The nights charmed with black gun powders,

Mornings pregnated with sweet sorrow.

And afternoons has being stained with thick red bloods of ours

But, deaf dumb ear were turned; what a sweet sorrow.

 

Now, here lies the remains,

Of the fights we lost graciously and stupidly.

Our pride has been punctured in many sides,

Leaving in us empty sack and souls.

 

Here still lay the giant Africa,

But now her golden sons,

A lost asset with no pride.

Her golden daughters,

Have enrode into the arms-

Of the too strange sophisticated towns,

And all has forgotten the calls

Of the abandoned gods and their ancestral abode.

 

Oladuntoye Sofiat Oluwadamilola   
   First_lady✍✍



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