Season Of Certainty Poem by Emmanuel Ayeni

‎I am the annual visitor,
‎never late, never absent.
‎Your ministries draft reports,
‎I draft rivers across your highways.
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‎You build committees,
‎I build lakes in your parlours.
‎You hold press briefings,
‎I hold children's legs beneath the current.
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‎Your High Table arrives in convoys,
‎but I arrive in silence
‎no sirens, no protocol
‎just certainty.
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‎Do you not see?
‎I govern you better than your lord,
‎your king,
‎your crowned pretender.
‎Where they vow and fail,
‎I vow and deliver
‎on time, every season.
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‎I wash away your bridges,
‎yet I leave your flaws intact.
‎I drown your harvests,
‎but never your excuses.
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‎Laugh if you must,
‎but remember;
‎when I rise,
‎even the Architect of Illusion
‎cannot design
‎an escape.