White Masquerades

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Brown earth, red ropes,
Tongues rolling, white robes,
Heavenly voices,
Hands joined, chants, cries,

Ara orun ti t’ajo de**

No sticks, no canes,
No palm-leaves,
No masks,
This is not an Egungun*,
Then astonishment.

Ara orun ti t’ajo de**

Maybe its a rite,
Aimed at making things right,
Or a ploy,
To manipulate our minds,
Cowering in awe of their divineness.

Ara orun ti t’ajo de**

The masquerades have come,
The masquerades have gone,
Were they really masquerades?
Celestial bodies in human flesh, bells, dances,
Then more confusion.

Ara orun ti t’ajo de nitoto.***

* – A masquerade.
** – The ancestral being has returned.
*** -The ancestral being has certainly returned.

Written by: Afolabi Boluwatife Muyiwa
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.


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    olaadamsvi says

    Reblogged this on Fufu and Okra.

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