Poem -

BORN AGAIN

I have sunned before darkness,

Like Volta, broken bounds to existence,

Those stars I eyed for my eyes

but since flesh I have loved,

that river browned up like the Birim River,

even the star BABA TUNDE used to see tomorrow

dimmed up like mama’s skin without Shea butter,

I have lessoned through life,

Sang through lyrics misery waxed,

Have I muscled from hunger pangs?

That blood you see

I drank ten days ago,

Awaken like a vampire,

Warrior tunes of Great AKI, I chant,

My soul, risen like Afadjato

Organs herbalist pass Dogonyaro

Stronger ever than Kpokpo gari,

This beats I’ll record,

The day oxygen tainted me alive,

Those tears of baby steps and joy,

This time I learn to live,

I shall drink this poison to live

Before my trance.

REFERENCE.

Volta- The biggest man made lake in West Africa, found in Ghana, called Lake Volta.

Birim River- A muddy River found in the Eastern Region of Ghana.

Baba Tunde- A Yoruba name.

Shea Butter- Unprocessed butter extracted from Shea nuts, has multi purpose use, well known for making skin soft and glow.

Aki- A Nigerian name.

Afadjato- Mountain in West Africa, Ghana.

Dogonyaro- Neem tree.

Kpokpo Gari- A type of cassava based food well known in West Africa, bigger in size when compared to the conventional gari.

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