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.
—————————————————————————————
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.
Oluwadunni's Blog 