Tonight we to go together to sleep
But before the crow of the cock announcing the dawn
I shall have gone
Though not to the deep.

You may not know me
I may not know you
But together we have traveled this highway
This highway I was put, maybe by my desire to belong to something big
Or maybe for the fame that comes with standing before the congregates
Or maybe also for by my presumed affluence and influence of the chasuble
But it seems I've discovered it's not a place for me
And so I'm telling you that soon...
That soon my strength will be spent
And then I shall leave whilst you sleep, ere the dawn.

Then I shall be done participating in the feast of drooping dreamers
I shall be done thinking in the void
Proving the impossible; arguing the obvious
Unconvinced I pretend to be convinced
And getting convinced has been as hard as...
As believing that "two and two maketh five"
It has been like pushing a boulder up a mountain steep
Only to roll back to be pushed again
And I can't explain
Explain what's responsible for this crescendo and diminuendo in my heart.

If ere you wake I'm gone
Tell Ben, Pascal, John, Linus, Mathew that I said I'm done
Tell Daniel, Godwin, Emmanuel, and Celestine
And tell it to yourself also
That I should not be seen as the black sheep of the fold
Who lost sight of the crown of gold;
That though I know not what awaits me at the other side of the door,
I go, because there is never a right time to say goodbye.

And so, if ere you wake I'm gone
Think of me not as a feeble who could not stand to the end,
Think of me not as a lustful, derailed by bodily appetites,
Think of me rather as a hero who was strong enough to let go
If ere you wake I'm gone.

Published in Weekly Whispers of Bigard Memorial Seminary Enugu, on the 13th of Jan., 2015.

Great lines.

Did you quit seminary?

Onalow:
Great lines.

Did you quit seminary?

Awol1:

Lol
You don't want to answer. I actually went to a school beside the Bigard memorial seminary and I admire their orderliness... And I detest their 'pretense.'

Onalow:


Lol
You don't want to answer. I actually went to a school beside the Bigard memorial seminary and I admire their orderliness... And I detest their 'pretense.'

Really? So you know Bigard?

Well, pretense is part of the journey. Show who u truly are, and get expelled. You have to pretend you are assimilating formation if you must remain in the four walls of that school.

God bless mother Bigard whose breast I suckled!

Awol1:


Really? So you know Bigard?

Well, pretense is part of the journey. Show who u truly are, and get expelled. You have to pretend you are assimilating formation if you must remain in the four walls of that school.

God bless mother Bigard whose breast I suckled!

Yea
I immediately felt you were there when you mentioned the 2015 magazine where your poem was published.

All the same: I wish you well, sir!

Onalow:



Yea
I immediately felt you were there when you mentioned the 2015 magazine where your poem was published.

All the same: I wish you well, sir!

Shalom my dear