ODE TO MY BROTHERS

ODE TO MY BROTHERS                                     There were times when we kept our brothers,                                     And the Village was but a brotherhood.                                     One man’s trouble was another man’s bothers                                     And without hesitation we part our food.                                       Though our tongues were up to hundred,                                     Our Great-grand mother’s spirit we kept and know.                                     Abu could on Eze’s farm tread,                                     And Dele would put out no inferno.                                       But gone are those days,                                     Since the entrance of those strange believes.                                     We have totally lost our ways,                                     And our relics have withered like leaves.                                       I can no longer tread my brothers’ terrains,                                     Without any form of apprehension.                                     That I will be left with nothing but my remains,                                     After an impending conflagration.                                       Then you herald the Widow’s anguish,                                     After thousands are interred in dozen places.                                     And to worsen this anguish,                                     We cannot phantom your faces.                                       But why did you forget your favourite song?                                     Did you not say you’ll serve the village with love?                                     These doctrines hold you bondage for too long!                                     Please, let’s retrace that long lost love.                                       I am putting forward our Olive branches,                                     Let us dialogue like your brother I was.                                     As broomstick, not as balls cheese,                                     Then the Village can be Heaven it was.                                       This may seem an impossible task,                                     But I tell you it’s what we can meet.                                     If only you can remove your mask,                                     The sky shall not be our limit.