I am speechless.
Anthonia Nneji has done me again.
I am speechless.
I must write her a poem.
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Anthonia Nneji has done me again.
I am speechless.
I must write her a poem.
Life Begins At 65
I’m only just 64, but life begins at 65
I thank all my friends who sent me birthday wishes yesterday.
I can’t wait for the party to start when, finally, I get born one year from today.
But, it’s alright. Some people are only in their thirties, forties, fifties and early sixties. They have to wait a while to get born and start rocking.
At 65, you’ve done it all. Life has thrown all it has at you, and you have stood your ground. You can easily say, “Ẹran kí la ò jẹ rí? What edible flesh am I yet to chew?”
The idea of the coronavirus as Èrè, may be found in the Ifa verse here. The Yoruba verse is above, with the English translation below:
Èrè délé Alárá
Ó kólé Alárá
Èrè délé Ajerò
Ó kólé Ajerò
5. Èrè délé Ọwáràngún Àgà
Ó jẹlé Ọwáràngún Àgà
Ìròhìn kàn bá Ọ̀rúnmìlá
Wípé Èrè ti dájọ́, ó ti móṣù
Make more children.
Many, many, many, more children.
More and more and more.
Àmọ̀tẹ́kùn kids.
Let every Amotekun woman produce ten.
Let every Amotekun man make 50.
There is food in the land to feed them.
Captive No More (Part VI)
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Tanto, my grandfather’s dog
was busy harassing a lizard
when he caught the scent
of strange bodies.
He did not hear them
and he did not see them
but he could smell them
within fifty yards from him.
Don’t wait for mama or papa to die before you start celebrating them.You know you will kill cows for their funeral ceremonies. Now, get a goat while mama is alive
Of ego purge me
Of vanity exorcise me
Of hate, of envy, jealousy
Of covetousness cleanse me