Ibiang Ayei

Ibiang Ayei
@ayeiibiang080407

1 year ago

BEQUEATHED BY THE GOD OF POETRY

The universe chose us
out of every tribe, tongue and history;
Out of the clasping enclaves of culture,
poetry
uniting men of differing ancestry;
Tribesmen marked with the ink strokes of kinship,
lineage, a trail of our collective legacy
Forebears and shamans,
serving at the very altar of this ancient deity;

So we were chosen,
priests, for the rites and ritual;
For the rhymes and rhythms;
Drums and flutes
- the myths and folklores,
recounted by each and every individual:

The "wild dance at full moon"
- the worship, the art;
The offerings of midnight,
the communion
with the sacred goddesss of fire and light



We were sculptured into existence,
clayed into
a well lettered piece of literature
French kissed with the breath of life,
essence
giving off the faint whispers of the spirits
- their distinct oratory signature

So to us was given the tongue of the learned,
to incant vague words into reality
To appeal with the charm of diction,
enchanting magic
into every line of our beliefs and philosophy;

Into every fibre of our humanity,
we were chosen;
a handful,
blessed with uncommon creativity;
predestined and handpicked
by the very fingers of the god of Poetry



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Written by: Ibiang, Ayei Okoi
Wednesday, 10th November, 2021.
7:05pm
#Aï
#Nirclestories
#Poetry

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