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This poem is about a boy Born from the kennel of coyness Into a world where survivability is like an ant attempting to lift a crumb of bread, only to be trampled upon This boy, they say, was born to do great things They say he could be the one to break every generational enslavement in his household They say he was from God and so he was named God's own So before his birth, he was already named, his sect chosen for him, his religion chosen and his life drafted down already During the naming, the iniquity he knew not was washed away His parents were told to keep on reminding him of his iniquities The ones he know not how he committed them, the ones he will commit later on, and the ones he thought of committing He was taught that every of his thought that yearns to derive pleasure for his soul should be opposed as it goes against the being that resides in the firmament of heavens, clothed in Jaspers and topaz He was told that the one who owns him loved him and wants him to excel but if only he'll ask consistently and diligently If only he wakes up early morning, kissed his kneel against the floor with his palms making love with each other and his eyes glued in total submission If only his voice is loud enough to wake his neighbors from their deep sleep and if he only he becomes a renegade against himself He has to keep on waiting for answers from the sky These things made sense during his hatchling But now, none of these things makes any sense Why does one have to wait for answers from above that end up not showing? Why does one have to renegade against his feelings and yearnings Why do answers find it hard to make their way through the Cosmo to whoever that ask for it instantly? Does he derive pleasure by watching us doing these? Are we like a seasonal movie to him? The questions bloom and answers became scares Truth became uneasy and unbelievable The life he was told to get if he fulfills all these was just a fantasy Life was never fiction because fiction never lie Curiosity went wild in him like he was injected an overdose of it Then the undressing, learning, unlearning, and relearning He denounced all he knew and accepted all he never knew The vague and weird knowledge His name, God's own was only a symbol of servitude and slavery He unnamed and renamed himself He became a new being He made himself an enigma and also, a symbol of hope This boy kissed God goodbye and became the God himself
Litah Ibor is a budding Nigerian poet. He is @iborjonah on Instagram.
