WHO ARE YOU, I AM...

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A man's a fearless coward who dies every breath he takes before his death; saying
"Bismika Allahumma . . . O Allah, I die and I may live".
He's a homeless shadow that wanders through the route on his palm into a strange land; where he's melt down by the sun into the blood that soaks the robes of women and children lying flat in the womb of Bayelsa, Kano . . . Kastina.

A man's the breadwinner of his ancestors; offering burnt offerings of his only surviving fingers to robust trees, rivers and sky.
He's a pious soul that spends the days of his life visiting Jesus at Mount Everest.

A man's everyman who never cease to say: "Although our days are numbered but, may the Saviour come no time soon".

A man's the giant boat of Africa; floating on a burning river, which burns its fishers from age to age.
A man's a boy who's perfected how to perform the rite of sobbing day and night at the feet of his sister's portrait.

I AM . . . a boy.

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©Ayòmi