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Encounter

  I was born on black sand

Of a people whose grief know no bounds

Groomed with stringent measures

And made to rely on hope so ethereal


Life was rigid like the god of oghene

I upheld rules as numerous as sand 

All in a bid to avoid the wrath of the gods

With permanent smite hidden in my heart


They were swift at the table of sacrifice

Eager to slit the throat of a Young virgin

To appease a god whose desire

Is to keep taking till our souls are given


I looked deep into the great portrait

Moping around in search of love

Perhaps an atom of humanity

All I saw was ruthlessness


I raised my hands to the skies in frustration

Seeking for a god whose burden was lighter

Tears flowed like blood from ogbete shrine

I tarried in Oblivion till dusk


Out of thunder, a voice persists

From the skies came consolation

Piercing deep into my heart

Leaving a permanent scar that I called encounter


"I have loved you with a love that is divine

Even before you knew love

I do not need you, Somehow I want you

I am your Creator"

CataleaBonez



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