A Prologue to the Messiah?

And the Fountain of Tololo is an Oasis.
It quenches the thirst of travelers,
The myriads paces of the mind fold their wings,
For here too, growth emerges from sleep;
From a beginning that was an end of an era.

The whiteman of God is coming here for Easter,
The whiteman of God is coming to spend Easter with us!
This was the talk everywhere in Iwo,
Among the old and young; even among the pagans.
We had been taught everything about him in advance.
When He comes we should observe his cloths, and if it was hewn like Christs'

O! Let us have him,
For his silver hairs will purchase us a good opium,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.
It shall be said his judgment rules our hands.
Our youths and wildness shall not wit appear;
But all be buried in his messainic adventure!

Sai baba.... Sai buhari!

A wind/rain of change indeed!