Breathe | Korede Akarakiri
Breathe
Wrap the wound,
Cover than with akòko,
Leaf them fresh and watch them turn grey,
To conceal is divine,
Under Agbádá,
Keep it blooming,
Day and night resides in your soul,
The sun chides away from
your palace by day,
As the moon glides away at nights,
Why not choose to dance outside in the day?
Why not choose to relish in the beauty of light?
And now,
It's all rotten,
Your wounds darkened even as the ruins take center stage.
~ Korede Akarakiri
Glossary:
Akòko : a leaf significant for installing chiefs in Yoruba land, and signifying blessings on them.
Agbádá : a big and regal traditional Yorùbá wear.
Author's bio:
Kore Akarakiri is a writer and one with a good grasp of arts and leadership.
Beautiful 👏
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DeleteThis is heartfelt. Pointed and truthful
ReplyDeleteThank you, Korede.
DeleteAfter reading Akorede Akarakiri's poem
ReplyDeleteHow can a boy dance in sunlight when
Sunlight reminds of his grief?
The dance cease when griefs stabs his joy.
This boy finds no pillow of comfort in, "it's well"
Neither does boxing his grief relieves him.