Saara (My Appeasement Feasts) Poem by OLADEJI POPOOLA

Friend, this is my appeasement feast.
This time I won't mind to bring it to church.
It is the same bread and wine our lord left us with love.

It is not Corn mosa, Kokoro, it is neither bean cakes nor puff puff you might thought but heavenly distilled of my sage thought.

Not a money ritual sacrifice to the gods, and not kadara collector a normal man might thought. The one you ate last give birth to something I don't know? But with plea accept my Saara.

Accept it with love and trust
with love not with diversity of belief, not with self deception, tribal discrimination, mental criticism, not with acrimonious past.

Accept my Saara, I am also a sculpture of clay. Not with fire the devil crafted from the heavenly divine scripture.

Take it all and leave none;
It is a bread of love I bring for you, eat it and drink wine of forgiveness, regardless of maim that bleeds blood of hatred and left scar of conundrum in your heart. But yet, you need to forgive and forget.

This is my Saara (Love and forgiveness)I shall go beyond mosque if we need to live with peace and dwell in one love.



*kadara: destiny