Blindfold Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Tel father;
I will no longer be called by his name...

Tell trial;
i will no longer be left to reap in pain
The remaining burden should be evacuated to the grave
I will no more be teased while slayed

Tell Uboko the fate twister;
I've been living under the spell casted on my foster mother
before the wretched night where dreams of our men were openly
aborted

Tell Ije;
My life has refused a rapid growth
And my clock is fast rolling
Waving it's hand to dead end
When my unused wisdom will be burnt or allow to decay

Tell Mbazere;
I am no longer the man they used to know
My destiny has been changed from home
To Favour my manipulators: those who never desire to see me
doing good

Tell Mbazie;
That i've been banished from the same home we both spilled
our blood to build
The land of my late father's like a street
Urchin
The very hut that seized our last breathe

Uko my kindred;
Lay your Christian hand on my dead soul so I can come back
to Christ
For i've been deceived in my womb age not after I became
possessed by a foreign spirit on my way running to people of
this world thinking I will find a new life
Alas it is losses i've been made to count
My feelings and that of followers of Christ has refused to be
alike
On my quest to embrace luxury
Lustfulness took hold of my original life

Pray for my lost soul Ugbana!
Pray for my life growth
Use your Christian faith
And fast so I will remain
If only you can bring my spirit back to life
And wash my thoughts from wrong
For i've seen hell while coming to earth

I am doomed in my own generation;
I've refused life to early grave
Though I have eyes but it's blindfolded
All my days on earth i'v been called to serve
a fellow being
Claiming the master servant
When my thought is not far from doing wrong

In trial i've toiled
On a journey of no return
A failure i've been called
Yet many insist I won't overcome