Master, if yesterday was dead,
I could still remember how I folded my knees
On the mocking face of the sand
To wash your filthy feet
...
I know one day, they will hear my voice
From this thorn-filled wasteland
That I stride across wearily,
The biting scourge of the sun
...
We undress our topsoil
While beetles erupt our tuber beds.
The leeches on the stool
Sucking the nature oil
...
In the night,
If you walk through
This soggy street
Where virtuous spirits
...
I dance to this arena
Crooning the chants
Of yesterday’s storm
And tomorrow’s harvest
...
What are they bokoharamming?
If religion thrives salvation
Why do they engage in cannibalistic rampage
To salvage it?
...
MEND was birthed to mend the injustice
That crossed our path.
The injustice of the dispossessed…
So, so they tell us!
...
I Became A Name
Master, if yesterday was dead,
I could still remember how I folded my knees
On the mocking face of the sand
To wash your filthy feet
My devotion dwarfed me,
It stripped of my inner ego
And I became a name!
I was a flying reproach
Trying to perch on your roofs of hope
I was the mudskipper that hops for fish
Along the sink-sand of the river bank
I was the river bird that has no life
Without the bounties of the river
I became the ugliest of names!
I was the flaming plot to ruin your life
The famous traitor that abducted your eye
I killed you from my inside
And I became a name of strong feet
Strong soul, strong mind
I'm a living name
Living within ME
The only master I know!