How do we live?

when i die

let my name live

let my lines fly beyond eons.

let me be remembered.

 

when i die,

pass me across ages

tell them how i lived,

how i hugged pains alone in my chambers,

how i prayed for the return of akanni,

how i birthed words,

how art held me.

 

when i die

let me be known for something

whether for poetry or christology,

let my life not be in vain. 

 

when i die

take no pain

take the gain in my tracks

and raise another of me.

 

when i die.

let my lines pass eons

like achebe, like asakel

let my poetry grow in your hearts.