‘JOURNEYING IN THIS JOURNEY’ BY OLOLADE AKINLABI

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This journey starts from the sea-men,
Coalition of sea-men to meet the ova;
Crumple and trample in the genital’s den
And at the blink of an eye, it is over.
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This journey continues in the womb,
A solitude dungeon like a tomb,
Feeding from the filthy filter of umbilical.
The world then is not like this, not identical.
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We then cross the tarmac of non-existence
To the wildly wide world called life,
Where all eyes wear the mask of tense
And we crawl, walk and join the strife.
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In this journey are days of tasty meal
And the horrible days without a meal.
They are the nights we count the stars,
Sing songs of hope, and grope for our scars.
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This journey includes a good mourning
On a day we laugh out loud our cries
And make amusement from our mourning;
Death is not a choice, thus we make more tries.
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Journeying in this journey includes me, you and us,
And we all ride on the spine of time as if on a horse.
This journey includes a day we shall leave
And other sea-men will be birthed to live.