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Seasons of the rain approaching
Sending first the hateful harmattan
Scorching the earth into an angry bride
Cracks everywhere like a broken rock
Dry grasses I see marking the landscape
Making the once green earth a pale sheet
Behold the harmattan is truly hateful
For even the trees it spared not
The old men it consumed
Baring their boniness with every gush of wind
The young ones it painted like the A’koghu masquerade
The women it turned to hungry creatures
Sapping the last energy from the strong men

The year is gone far but the sky remains
Bluer than the ocean it stared back
No trace of a silver lining
But black dots of coal marking the sky
Once burnt the farm were in readiness
For a planting season that is unduly delayed
The children are tired with expectation
The old men scared of the outside world
Even Omachile the docile is impatient
Where is the rain gone to
For even the mountain awaited its return

Slaughter the animals and let their blood flow
The oracle is angry and non can appease it
The animals are reducing…. Dying they are from diseases
Cry prevails all over the land
Strength sapped away slowly
Why death at such pace
When the yearly sacrifice has been made…..
Ochaja bears the greatest lost
But in a vision it was revealed….
It was a test for love

Across the horizon appeared an old woman
Age stricken and bent yet walks unaided
Hair whiter than the Okuno’s milk
From the sky she seemed to have dropped
For she gained on the village in a short while
Greetings amid smiles to the villagers
Who were bent in their sufferings
Their eyes sunken from staring upward
Pleading Adomiwa for a drop of rain
But the gods are silent
Their eyes blocked as they watch patiently
Yes, it was a test for love

Why fear death when life in itself is damned
Speaking evil of death when it is our final resting place
Both the rich and the poor will share
A life of fulfillment and equality
And the noble lords shall be dressed same with the pauper
Brushing shoulders as they are rushed into eternity
Of fabled damnation or eternal rest
But who cares for this life
When each day reminds you of your final succor
Death in itself

Why fear humans when you are one
Standing on two legs with tails shaped into buttocks
Terrorizing creatures so far named animals
Using them for meat while condemning their tastes
Caring not if they have souls for reckoning
Giving them no chance to repent of their animalistic sins
What happens if their blood should cry against you
And your fellow two feet standing humans eats you
Sharing your body parts over a camp fire
While in death you termed them cannibals
Forgetting that you once preyed on four footed animals

Why marry when you can leave alone
Doing things the way you want
Priding yourself as the lord of your decisions
Lying on the bed with a self fulfilled smile
Yet loneliness still creeps to your heart
Which neither prostitutes nor masturbation can take off
A partner being the ideal solution
Coming into your life and turning it around
Complaints the order of your peaceful day
But who are you to say anything
Your life is no longer yours
Wait patiently for death to make you fulfilled

Why fear death when life in itself is damned
And the only hope rest in a keg of palmwine
Drown that fear and face life headlong
Making necessity the father of your inventions
For death is the continuation of life in silence