In a womb I was molded.
First air to breathe
Became the first to forget.
As many, the last
Will be the first to beg—
For these horizons are beautiful:
Clouds above clouds,
And heaven beyond the sky.
Will the eyes notice such wonders
Before shutting into oblivion?
For life's a rent—
And soon shall come
The silent tick of fatal calls.-
Caged behind the bones,
Suspended from strings,
Like sorrows on a spike.
Beating for unworthy fines,
Spreading agony in and out.
Even so,
How shall this work without you?
For you're my heart-town glory.-
Eni gbo Ifa kii w'oke — One who hears from Ifa does not look up.
Bẹ́ sìni eni gbo Ọlọhun kii wọlẹ — Likewise, one who hears from God does not look down.-
A kii pa alo fun ẹni tó fẹ́ ká dì òdì.
You don't tell a tale to someone who wants you deaf.
Bẹ́ẹ̀ sì ní a kii jùwe ọ̀nà fún ẹni tí kò fẹ́ káríran.
Likewise, you don't show the way to someone who wants you blind.-
Waiting for the light you already possess,
Like the Earth expecting—
The healing morning light
That peeks over the horizon,
To blossom like a graceful seed.
You're a moon,
Whereforth suns apprise to illuminate.
Oh, hurry not to shine,
That you may not flicker too soon.
For even the stars take patient turns,
Glowing steady in measured burn.
Night does not beg the dawn to race,
Yet sunrise comes in gentle grace.
Trust the glow within your soul,
In time, your brilliance will unfold,
A story of light, bright and bold.-
I heard a song beyond the noise,
My heart moved along the toise.
On a frequency of emotions it played,
A jolt of electric joy governed my body.
On and on, the melody soared,
Like waves that crash upon the shore.
Each note a whisper, soft yet strong,
A call to where my soul belongs.
Through the silence, through the storm,
It held me close, so warm.
Neither bound by time, nor lost to air,
A song of love beyond compare,
Your love, the song to my pleasing.
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I watched in silence, and let it be,
No envy cast its weight on me.
Alas, the wheel has turned around,
My steps are sound.
And yet I see frowns, and eyes unkind,
A storm of doubt within the mind.
But let it be so crystal bright—
That’s a privilege, not a right.
The fire ignites for all in turn.
And what is mine will hold steadfast.-
I just danced with God.
The joy in His presence, I felt.
Oh, heavenly tunes
Finely fashioned for saltation.
Up and down, He rocked.
Side to side, gracefully He moved.
For His heart, I have moved.
With tears and an emptied heart,
Glorious hands I lifted,
Praising and worshiping
The Maker of miracles.
Oh, with my Father, I danced.
What love He has shown!
This moment I shall cherish,
For who would believe
That I have just danced with God?-
Ojo ti ebi ba mapa ona, aani bayin se ayeye
The day hunger kills the path, we will not celebrate with you.
When sorrow grips the land and silence becomes our song,
We will not dance, for the pain will be too strong.
Ojo ti ika ba wolu, ki ija pada di ore,
We will not gather to rejoice in the chaos you prepare.
For every tear shed, every heart left undone,
Is a wound too deep to be mended by the sun.
Ojo ti aini ba di onile, ti ireti ba ye nu,
We will not sing when the future is left with no tune.
In the shadows of despair, may light find its way,
And guide us toward hope on a brighter day.-