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Guilty, Guilty As Charged!

The hammer kisses the anvil
An irritating union.
Immediately, my blood runs cold
I have just been convicted of the greatest crime:
Being different
Well,
That’s a fancy way to describe what I am;
Abiku!
Papa just played the role of the storyteller
Telling me of how old Ifayemi has prophesied my death after my sixteenth birthday
Now I am thirteen.
I am a loan
Payment is not allowed overdue
Ah!
Little wonder I am named Dúrójayé
Now that I know,
I am just here
Waiting for the blade
To drop off life’s guillotine.

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