BADAGRY IS A MEMORY OF A LOST PEOPLE
how much more can history get pathetic?
Culture dies every time a body thuds &
it’s being thrown into the Atlantic,
this is how much the waterways ate our brothers,
declining descents; the last of our dying forefathers,
history enveloped our chronicles & fed us with blackmail,
in painful tears they chorused, in shackles & chains; the ship sailed;
with stolen art & freedom,
the waters waved goodbye to a people & identities that may never return,
they found a new home & lost legitimacy,
became unknown as they fought to own a face like pageantry,
the rise to relevance; the fall of a dynasty,
home became a place of estrangement,
as tradition brittles into dark abolishment,
the black race is a timeline of confusion,
a school of thought with too many strayed institutions,
like broken puzzles scattered everywhere;
tales of damaged stories; wanting its justification to be aired,
so they sound like favoured fugitives;
who sought an asylum to flee from their stranded relatives,
how sweet or sour,
grace found a worthless like me,
at least,
i’m not in my alienated home where an opportunity is oligarchy & chances are slim,
the evil that once was ripped my pedigree off me,
what then is nostalgia if I don’t understand its definite longings?
To retrace our steps back home is a long walk to provenance,
on a lost train of thought found between ancestral derail & providence,
we are trying to live past the wounds but its effects still ripples,
for our existence is a memory of a lost people…
Ayomide Inufin D’great
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