Posted by Bako James Dele on
How I wish that death is a futile imagination
of a primitive creature
that will never manifest;
that man is eternally juvenile
and age is not contracted to time,
but a free born,
then you,great grandpa,would still be
in this vast ball like the core of a gold.
Not compacting this blanked globe
with naked feet soiled in our villige clay
nor sailing across endless communities
Just to quench your thirst.
You’d not have sold your twins
to death,that they are anathematised;
you’d have known t hat my grand uncle
and aunt are not divine cursed
but,that you and your betrothal’s genotype did.
biddable to cultural practices,
my grandaunt was mutilated
as blood spattered the bidet;
she,a morning dew,with heart so tender
and bijou was coupled
to a man so,so advance
in age and finance.
She was since indebted to Recto Virginal Fistula
and Vestico Virginal Fistula;
crass!old hubby said she’s coven infested.
The diety Orunmila did not sentence my granduncle
to death by sickness,he’s a sickler – inherited!
It’s no fault of yours,great grandpa,
you’re not the only one.
I blame time and cultural practices,
that’s why I’m at your grave
to let you know,you’re forgiven;
See the lovely bouquet I bring you :
I want you to wake up from your long sleep
to live in my time.
I promise to let you sleep
back if you so wish,
but for now,please wake up
to a world of advance technology,
of ultra supersonic jets and trains,
the wow submarine vehicles and rockets,
to a new world of superfast internet connections,
of tv time machine,multifunction cell phones,
cable suspended bridges,
and other non-stop sophisticated inventions
of the god housed in the human skull.
I really need you to be here
to correct your belief that tuberculosis cannot be cured,
and that it’s sent by the goddess iyemoja;
you need to be here
to behold the children of the barren couple,
made possible via In vitro fertilization.
I if you’ll not wake up to correct your errors
I will disapprovingly go back home,
wishing when my turn comes
and my grand children come calling;
I will defile death,journey from beyond
the grave life to right my wrong
or at least to correct my polluting the world.