By Mide Benedict


They came from three angles

And met at the confluence of time

Where knowledge is made and remade

Do you spot that?

The cash: 3090 Naira

I do, one said

Then the other

And then last.

I must take it!

One said

Then the other

Then the last.

They spat out words

In the way of three rivers

One cold, one hot and another warm.

Fight was worn as an ileke

Beads of discord

That makes a man crown himself

Lord over others.

Their Osun and Oba never

Rested until they never rested

And they never rested and never rested.

When time heard the sound

Of their broken drums

It rushed straight from its realm

And told them all:

I, time, the juggler of deeds and undeeds

I wait not for you.

You all prayed to eledua

To grant you wealth that

Your stick did not pluck from its tree

And you all found it

Here, at the cross road!

Here, at the orita meta of the errand god.

Why not divide it

Equally and let peace rest.

They agreed, pulled out their cloths

And exchanged one for another

Took the money and went to where

It must be divided:

They shared it equally and peace smiled.

As each went his way

With 1030 Naira

Esu, rogbo ragba,

Gidi Digi of lessons

Appeared to each one

At their cross road

And asked for the remnant of what they shared:

When the dawn woke you up

You asked: let me have 1000 Naira

Why then did you take extra

You are greedy

Bring what you have

And take this!

Oloorita took it from each one,

Handed them empty hands

And their honey turned to bile.

You have tricked them

You have taught them.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo