My past glories I would gladly become as I whistled with the pines
For I have seen men and I have beheld legends
keenly watched men play with boys and seen boys dine with death
Yet my misguided soul lays to tell these tales
Tales my very shadows takes refuge from
Whose and what failure I have grown to become ?
For I have dined with the great Dragon Lord Seth, the last there ever is
Whom I later introduced to Lady Beatrice daughter of Lord Thomas
I have also been filled with all the world held on Vitamin S.A
Oh what wisdom I acquired from the Lady Joanna
She, who would gladly rip the world apart to understand how it works
It was my very before Benzyl exploded the great Nitta Rays palace
I have told and lived tales to be told by all who read outside the box
But never could anyone manipulate my well read mind As to the greatest Queen ever lived, Queen Evelyn
Her smile I attribute not even to Aphrodite’s, tales would be told it conquered Zeus rage
With beauty the stars admired from the heavens
And yes to my expeditions I would relate to Vasco’s
As the currents of Okpohimi wrecked my aqua phobia
Lest I forget my voyages to the clouds with Khalifa the Great
How much of a honor it was working and walking with kings
Kings who conquered the world spreading their dominance across the earth
And Kings who fell apart but their tales would be told for generations to come or forgotten like yesterday
I have seen slaves turned free men in times of war
it was I amongst others who could tell of Luther’s dream
Yet Luther never got to hear how good Vandrose could sing
to the serfs I have conversed and shared moments
It is to this second I can’t ascertain the level of my defeat
And yes I was defeated, defeated by Sire Nesta’s words
Words that brought me to reality, to see my mother
With her sagged breasts and emotions so deep
Eyes filled with tears as she stared at me with shame
Now I wish Redeem could redeem my Ma's brightest moments
How much of a sheep a black man like me has become
How could I ever get to look into my father my king eyes in the afterlife
To the moments I shared with my king watching the stars now seem like an illusion unless he abides with them up there
Not even Imh Malv’s sonorous voice would render such moments
At this point I wish to set sail for Lady Michelle’s fantasy
Yet no ship on board to set sail such a voyage


Stephen Imoyera Oshioma

NOTE: All names in this writeup are real and very much alive