Coming and going these several seasons,
Do stay out of the baobab tree,
Follow where you please your kindred spirits
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WHATEVER happened to the elephant –
Hurrah for Thunder –
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Dzogbese Lisa has treated me thus
It has led me among the sharps of the forest
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The casualties are not only those who are dead.
They are well out of it.
The casualties are not only those who are dead.
Though they await burial by installment.
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They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.
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I wanted to write you a letter
my love,
a letter that would tell
of this desire
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BEFORE YOU, my mother Idoto,
Naked I stand;
Before your weary presence,
A prodigal
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In vain your bangles cast
Charmed circles at my feet;
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There where the dim past and future mingle
their nebulous hopes and aspirations
there I lie.
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The weaver bird built in our house
And laid its eggs on our only tree
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