The Lion stakes his claim
To the leadership of the pack
But the Antelopes remember
The ferocious pounce of his paws
...
Deep green, my testament, as I forage
through this forest of vanished glories,
my memory one shell of naked echoes
...
The moon is playing hide-and-seek
Behind the clouds. A mellow smile
Lingers on the lips of the sky
...
I stay very long in the river
And I become a fish
With a head made of coral
And fins which tame the distance
Of billowing depths
...
In the Beginning was not the Word
In the Word was the Beginning
Unwind the wind
...
Some days know
the secret leaning of the heart
their auricles are acres of clay
watered by the kindest dew
...
I looked round for vendors of my own past,
For that Hall where, many seasons ago,
My Continent was sliced up like a juicy mango
...
Niyi Osundare (born in Ikere-Ekiti, Nigeria, in 1947) is an essayist, writer for the theatre, lecturer and one of Nigeria's most celebrated poet. He has published 18 volumes of poetry, several plays, essays, articles and criticism. Previously a professor at the English Institute of the University of Ibadan, he is currently Distinguished Professor of English at the University of New Orleans. His poetry combines concepts and traditions of the Yoruba culture with Marxist approaches. He uses mythological concepts to underline his struggle against social injustice and inhumanity. Niyi Osundare’s prizes include the 1991 Noma Award, the 1998 Fonlon-Nichols Award and the 2008 Tchicaya U Tam’si Award for African Poetry, one of Africa’s most prestigious poetry prizes. In 2014 he received the Nigerian National Order of Merit Award, Nigeria’s highest distinction for outstanding creative and intellectual achievement.)
The leader and the led
The Lion stakes his claim
To the leadership of the pack
But the Antelopes remember
The ferocious pounce of his paws
The hyena says the crown is made for him
But the Impalas shudder at his lethal appetite
The Giraffe craves a place in the front
But his eyes are too far from the ground
When the Zebra says it's his right to lead
The pack points to the duplicity of his stripes
The Elephant trudges into the power tussle
But its colleagues dread his trampling feet
The warthog is too ugly
The rhino too riotous
And the pack thrashes around
Like a snake without a head
"Our need calls for a hybrid of habits",
Proclaims the Forest Sage,
"A little bit of a Lion
A little bit of a Lamb
Tough like a tiger, compassionate like a doe
Transparent like a river, mysterious like a lake
A leader who knows how to follow
Followers mindful of their right to lead"
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