From Ogun To Ikenga Poem by Chinonso Iroegbu

Ogun hear me when I call
Ikenga answer me
For in your sanctity lies my sanity
Peace I lost to turbulence
My heart is heavy with sorrow
Encumbered I am by the nightmarish
Disasters that have befallen me;
From you Ogun I speak to Ikenga
To hear my supplication:
My hand is covered in blood
That flows from my head
My head bears the burden of a lineage
It is pierced with a crown of thorns;
Lift this burden from my head
Hear me at the crossroads
Where spirits of progenitors meet
And where household gods converge on.