Only few of you know me – I know
I blame you not, much have been stolen from me
Even the panegyrics given to my husband belonged to me
Yes, I am Olójòǹgbòdú, wife of Ikú
Death; the black borg with thorny cudgel
They who have met me, know me not
And he who knows me, have not met me.

I am guilty of the crime, my hands are red;
Red in crimson blood of my bosom lover
I killed him, I fed him his poisons
And if given the chance I will do it again
I killed Death, hahahahaha
Never mind the absurdity of the charge

I seek not your pity or your justice
I knew whom I was dealing with
Before I agreed to terms with them;
Humans; those guileful and sneaky humans
Death had told me who they are
And justified his action on them based on that;
“These sort of beings do not deserve being alive”
Yet I connived with humans to kill Ikú

My rant here is not to pervert justice
And I hold no one explanation for my choice
But for two reasons I speak:
To keep the record straight
And to keep logic straight

I fed Ikú with dead rat
I fed Ikú with duck’s egg
Yes, I fed Ikú with ẹlẹ́bútẹ
To prove a point, I did.
If Ikú kills humans because of their mischiefs
What crimes have these committed:
All that is living, besides human?
The rat and the egg.

Ikú my husband
If you can hear me wherever you are
You died of lack of reason to kill
That was why your hands were shaking
Iróró iróró
You knew I got you
So your heart jumped out of your mouth

Death my husband
If you can hear me wherever you are
You died fearing I was right
That was why your legs were shaking
Irìrì irìrì
You knew I was right
So your chauvinistic ego failed you

Now to you, oh Judges divine
You have sentenced me to death
For killing my husband
But wait, now that Death is dead
Who shall kill his wife?
Let us put the logic straight.

(20th December, 2019)

Image: Cleopsis, eater of the dead

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