By Akeem Lasisi
The world should rise and dance
To the rhymes of my flight
For when Lokoja forest was up in flames,
I led a band of secular skylarks in ritual songs.
Why would the Niger offer me
An applause of stone,
When I did not sing for Benue
A song of sand?
And so for the sake of my night
Praying is the Pope in a central mosque
The herbalist for once regales on pew
Shouting, ‘Eureka, Eureka!’ with the bridal train
This is the parable of my going
This, indeed, the main parable of my permanent flight:
That man may break barriers of faith,
Find a mutual abode in our common God.
From NIGHT OF MY FLIGHT: The Poetry of Lady about to Wed, by Akeem Lasisi
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