I will take this path that fathered my fathers
I will take it to acquire the knowledge that took hold of their cognitive stronghold
Inform the fertile men and women that live by the path
To prepare a banquet in my honour
A banquet of songs and dances
Tell them to go wild in the spirit of it
At my coming
For I come to bless this path that swallowed my fathers
I come alone in tears
Becos my missing rib comes not with me
Ani, at the peak of their joy
Take me to that verge
Where my fathers bowed with dignity
The verge that conquered the potency of their procreation
And made them slaves with bounded feet
Take me there
My presence will set free
The captives
It shall wipe away the shame of defeat
That inhabits their white-ink pen
(c)EKWUEME KC
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