Nov 142011
Circumcise your ears and hear the priest The priest in whom the gods are pleased Discard the blindfold and anoint your eyes For whom the gods love they chastise Come, mend the holes in your tainted robe And gird your waist with a silk corded rope Come, wet your feet with elephant's milk And strap on these sandals of satin silk Under my tutelage as spoken by the gods You, the regent of Odaji, against all odds Will drink sweet honey for your sour mouth For your achy tummy, bitter kola and broth The voice of the gods like thunder rumbles To the unitiated, it is nothing but a mumble A fool with the left hand points at his elders In his folly he sees the foolishness in others The leaves are crimson, 'tis a new season Show, don't tell, that you are a nice person They welcomed you here with open arms Go do likewise and spread the charm THINK ON THESE: Upon the tree that gives you shelter Predict not doom. The sun shines upon the good and the bad Consider this and learn. The abiku that comes and goes Cannot boast of siblings. Be not wise in your own eyes Therein lies wisdom. Like raging fire in a cotton field Is anger to the soul. When the lizard sheds its tail It grows another.
Hmmmm.
I’m suspecting that you’re the oracle you’re writing about.
Interesting. Food for think.
Nah!…Just the oracle’s messenger.
Thanks, Seun.
Well, these will surely come in useful.