WIND ON AN ERRAND By Opaaje Alexander Opacash

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Come wind; wind, come
Listen to the voice from my throat
Let your ears be widely opened
Pay your rapt attention to my sayings

This parcel I will grant you
Deliver it not to the hand of those men
Let not their eyes see this while you move
Make it unwritten when it gets to your hand

Wind! I demand that you travel
From miles to miles
Over this ocean, far from that sea
Out of this lands of mine

To where this my damsel in distress lies
In her solitary cave, gazing afar for my coming
Weeping in all seasons
For the coming of her Messiah

Tell her, this my heart
Make it known to her that my return
is like words when spoken
Like a dropped fresh egg…

Alas o wind!
As thou divided red sea, make haste
Tarry not with man, until this parcel is posted
To whom I sent

On delivering o wind
caress her hair to toe
Her doom, soothing
Let her know my heart from you

For this last message thou shall deliver to her
Until the earth tires of its place
Make haste, deliver my parcel
Unto me, come give ear of her actions


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Bada Yusuf Amoo