{POEM}: The Prophecy (For Fela Anikulapo Kuti)

Written on this wall
are stories I can't explain,
pictures that I can't depict -
It's not folklore but Gothic,
a long living prophecy

Prophesies come from men
that lives on in death …
Men that sleeps in groove of deities,
dispersed from the realm of mundanity;
Then, prophecy is a god,
prophesiers are forby ...
Prophesiers are deities …
Prophesiers are divine being
that are dead at born
and born  at death.

Two decades have passed away
like just two moonlights,
 Anikulapo's prophecy still lives
and what has really revamped?
Any positive modification?
We've grown older but wiser?

There's raw material but no wealth …
Many physicians, no wellness …
Many hopes, broken dreams …
Many educated elites, jobless …
Many people, dead alive …
Poli-loothers and inefficient government …
Secession …
Blood spill …
Corruption …
Chaos and unrest …
Is this not the two decades Gothic prophecy?

Fela  is a prophesier ...
Fela is a god ...
gods lives on in death because
death lives in the pocket of their jeans …
gods have shrines and
Kalakuta is his holy shrine -
Fela lives on and surely,
his prophecy lives on too.


©Timothy.


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