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Days Are Not Dazed

I’ve heard the endless
Possessing sound of ikoro:
I’ve seen spirits
Crowd the markets of Nkwo.

Days are not dazed
With deities mounting up
The seats of Africa;
It’s just an ordinance.

I’ve seen the hills
Eat from our sacrifices;
The rivers receives the aroma
And journeys it to the beyond.

I’ve seen masquerades
But yet to see their masks;
I’ve wandered into the forest
Where I will never return
In search of my fathers.

Am I writing from the beyond?

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