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His Sermon
Grandson!
I have seen the sun before you
Eighty five years trudging on this land
I have crossed deep waters
Walked through dark labyrinths
Ate and drank well in rainy seasons
Gentle and hard parts of life i have tasted....
Grandson!
I will teach you the ways
Of those gone before my sunrise.....
He recalls the words of my great grand father......
He furrows his face and subtly smiles
Sure that his sermon to me bears some value
He tells me
I am a product of an adulterated mind
My generation wooed to love the allien
I think like a white man, hardly act like a black man
And that the ways of my people are remote in my mind
Talk to me, my sage
For many things i laugh at
I now know i surely should sorrow for
For i have lost touch of my identity
I shall read your charismatic lips
Sucking the breasts of our ancestors
I read the murmur of the wind around me
No sunset yet, behind my precarious ways, surely
