Melodious chants and whistling winds tumble in fight,
Keen look, bright lights in the night,
Jungle illumined, south to north, left to right.
Sniffing danger, I took to my heels with all might,
That I may not behold an unsavory sight.
The faster I ran, the harder the dark bit.
Ominous thoughts in my mind, a spinning kite.
Before me, stood silhouettes clad in moonlight.
Alas! I became a condiment of the rite!
In utter fear, I stared at the images in the dark,
Petrified by the ones flowing from the Iroko’s bark
With the speed of a wounded lark,
Feathery sheathed clubs met their mark.
Wracking pains boomed in a million sparks.
My body screamed as I was skinned inside.
I lifted a heavy head and life went blank.
Next thing, I lay on fresh human stack.
So much regrets, too many pains, for choosing Black.
Only blackened hearts see images in the dark!
*The regret filled story of a confraternity initiate, who discovers THE HIDDEN TRUTH on the brutal initiation day.
Written by: Kunle Omope
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.