It was you brother!
Who told us to wait at this precipice
When yesterday came to us
Clad in a confusing toga from the future
‘I will return to creed’, you said.
On whose pages I hope to find
The compass hidden.
The journey henceforth
would ride on the horses of our determination
Along thinly parted paths
Like the magi we sought the star
That it might drunkenly point home
Let the ray form sparks
when it touches on the crystals of our longings
And let the ember glow afire
A time not too far
Home meant gardens full of roses
Strangled by harmless thorns
When our stories were stored as vesta
inside golden pots of vivid memories
And shared like dates at a wedding.
A time when chirping birds flapped and
Spoke like prophets
Outlining with laughter the reasons
For the ravaging fire
Now! We must consume
And hope we become the Aegean
Of our race
Brother we await you
For we see now
Home lies within us all
Housed inside our now ravaged humanity
The fallen walls stand
Leaning on the strength of our pain
Erect pillars we must
From the gathered ruins.
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Author’s bio – Akeredolu Tope Akinola is a Nigerian poet with a bachelor’s degree in English language from Adekunle Ajasin University, Akungba-Akoko, Ondo State. He works as an English Language instructor at St Gregory’s College, Oyinmo Ikare-Akoko and contributes to Peoples’ Voice magazine – a community based quarterly publication. His poems have appeared in Africanwriter.com, Indian Periodical, Antarctica Journal, Praxis Magazine, Ink Sweat and Tears, Tuck magazine, Transcendental Zero Press, Dwartzonline.com and several literary outlets.He lives and writes from Ikare-Akoko (the town of the twin mountains).