The Challenge

Jeboofin, take the calabash
With utmost fragility.
Handle it with care.
Don’t forget you’ll run mad,
If it falls off your hands.

Aperire, prepare the libation
For the virgins to drink
Before they’ll be sacrificed.

I must perform these rituals
Before the first cockcrow
Of the next market day.

Lafiade must know that
No one challenges, I, Ewetamolafe,
The most powerful chief priest
Of this town.

He must know, I am the faggot
That burns without fire and
The reason the thunder claps to no chorus.

He must know, I am a dry meat
That fills the mouth and the
Red earth that swallows the mighty.

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