It began like this…
Clad in purple and linen, cat-walking with stiletto strapped feet,
I miss my steps
Fall into a gully of mud
Stumble into the midst of men mouthing profanity
Stench ooze from me like box of putrid egg
I become crafter of maleficence, of deeds done in darkness
Yet, I am of tender days than to perpetuate impurity
You, of purer eyes than to behold iniquity.
Lord, seems mother said you do not appose your eyelids like the sons of men?
But why are these befalling me
Or why should I be falling?
Like Martha, this is how I feel:
Lord if you had been here, my soul would not have been ensnared in the tempter’s trap
Now I come with a bunch of sins, my back bent into a hunch
Have mercy on me, Lord, have mercy and vanquish this vile!
Let these things cease, like when you stilled the storm
Will you discard the memento of your purchase?
The one you stamped by your blood on the tree, like Rahab’s scarlet cord hung over the window in Canaan?
Up till now, the spies are over the gate of my soul, watching, waiting to devour & divide me as a spoil—this moribund mortal
But the redemption of my soul is costly,
And in it, you promised sin shall not have dominion over me
This is why tonight, I recite to you the memorandum of my redemption
I hope you heed my cry and help me.
Ayooluwa Olasupo Ìmísí
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Christ a poet 