Hello everyone.
Eid Mubarak.
I pen this post in tears. I’m sure you can guess why- my mouth has not tasted ram meat. 😦
I’m not acquainted with the Muslims in my area. And the Hausas in my street are not really celebrating, I guess they’ve spent their meagre earnings on cigarettes and can’t afford a huge ram. No, I’m not tribalistic. 😐
Okay, today’s post is a poem inspired by the amazing Vunderkind (he blogs at iraborjustin.wordpress.com )
It’s titled ‘The Worshipper’ and is the first of the ‘Idols’ series.
Kindly read, drop your comments and share. Gracias.
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THE WORSHIPPER
I built a temple in the shadows,
and venerated you with tremendous sacrifices,
that I may be created in your image,
and reborn with your spirit.
I stepped into your footprints,
and stared at your beautiful back,
following you religiously,
that I may reach the finish line drawn by your hands.
Your motivation was you alone,
Mine was you and I.
Double force begot double velocity,
And in the blink of an eye,
you were staring at my back.
One eye was red, the other green,
Evil radiating from its core.
I drank from your dark heart,
I tasted your spleen
For I had now grown wings,
Your footsteps were no longer of need.
The story changed.
Goliath slung rocks at David in the sky,
Aiming to pin him to the dust,
the dust that he was.
Rivalry reigned in the brotherhood,
Steel versus gold.
No love was lost between us;
What is not lost can never be found.
The idol quivers in furious fear; For his quiver is empty,
and the worshipper grovels on his knees no more.
He who was weak now stands tall and mighty.
Alas! The worshipper has become a god.
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I Can’t Comprehend Poems But I Like You So Its Awesome.
LOOL. I guessed as much. Aww. Thank you.
I should say the poem is Wow! But no I’m pained. Still waiting for my Sallah meat. I’m pained!!!
Lmao! Transferred aggression eh? Pele oh.
Honestly , I’m not really into Poems but I think I got the point . Nice .
Power must change hands , Which now means you the one sharing meats . Where’s my meat ?
Hehe, I’m glad you did. You’re quite right. Ah, no meat oh. I’m not a Muslim. :p
My momma warned me about the ocean. #Deep
#Paradoxical #Awesome
You’re too dangerous for my cerebrum. We can’t be friends. Bye.
Lmaoo! Noo *grabs the tail of your shirt* Don’t go. 😥
Hehe, thank you. ^_^
Hm.
Interesting.
Thanks 😀
I love the use of paradox in some of the lines. Please when can I start calling you my oga? Lol. Nice one dunni, keep it up.
Hehe. I’m humbled. Thank you! 🙂
You know, this is probably one of the best poems I have read. Some might wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that Dunni said I inspired it (well, there’s that, I admit <__>)
Great work, Dunni! (Looking forward to the others in this series. The first one’s got me)
There are other dynamics at work here.
I actually read this poem from Dunni’s viewpoint, since I know the thought processes that formed these words. The imagery was apt and the descriptive? To the point.
We should discuss more often 😀 I like inspiring people.
(>_>)
Yayy, I’m glad you understand it. Couple of people said it’s too deep. I hope the others will be better than this….
And yes, I agree with you- we should discuss more often. 😀
Thank you very much.
I am here. Waiting for this discussion and its fruits. Dunni, you know what Justin is capable of. Right?
lool, I know. I’m immune mehn. B-)
Amazing, amazing stuff! Bless you.
Had to read twice before I could have a good grasp. It’s a really deep piece
Sorry for making you go through all that stress. 😀
Thanks. 🙂
Ah. Our very own Robert Frost. :D. Impressed. Obviously not just a pretty face. 🙂
Lool. Awww. Thank you.
Beautiful… I really admire you poets. Words just never flow from me if it’s not in prose form. Well Done Dunnie 😃
Thanks dear. 🙂
At first I thought the poem was written by vundie until I started reading the comments. This is as deep as it could get,take it from someone who loves poetry. If I’m to understand what the poem depicts,then it would be that of a person who’s find God and saw other gods unworthy of worship leaving them bitter,furious and all that. Ma, I doff my hat. Sorry for the late read also,sallah…
Poetry has multiple faces. You’re quite right although it wasn’t entirely what I had in mind when I wrote it. No problem and Thank you! 🙂
“The idol quivers in furious fear; For his quiver is empty,
and the worshipper grovels on his knees no more.
He who was weak now stands tall and mighty.
Alas! The worshipper has become a god.”
I love that verse. The last line is definitely gonna be my next twitter bio. Just imagine the furore…. “The worshipper that became a god”
P-setting at its apogee.
Lool. Yayyy…What a honour. :’)
Thank you. 🙂
You surpassed your crush? Lover? Mentor?
He is angry because there is nobody to pour palmoil on his statue and Schnapps at his feet?
Did my shovel dig deep enough?
Am I close to your depth?
These are the things I need to know, oh Doxa Yoruichi.
Tele, you are so smart, it’s eerie.
Lmao!!! You should ask Justin that, like I said he’s the one that inspired the poem. I’m still a worshipper of no idol in particular. I like to put myself in people’s shoes and write about their experiences. Mr Vundie, over to you.
Vun-Vun, you better not be doing sarcarsm shii and toying with my emotions!
If you are talking from your mind, \^_^/ 😀
Awwhh! Dis is sweet Doxa! I got d implicit msg u wantd to put across….! Keep the olympic torch burning! Its Joshua