Fantasy Of My Dreams
I am drousing
in my dream
the muses
are singing.
Uncle J.P;
in my sleep
that Agbor girl
still dances.
Over there,
the Sirens;
they are
humming,
and my ship,
I think
it is sinking.
.
Oh, Orpheus
where art
thy music?
Who else could
lure me from
the charm of
the Sirens
if not my
sweet Jami?
The girl that I see;
the fantasy
of my dreams.
.
Oh Tutuola
art thou sober?
together let us
visit the land
of the dead,
and capture death,
and put him
in his Hell,
I promise to be
your new tapstar,
I was also born
in a bush of ghosts.
May we reap from
what we had sown.
People really
don't kno life,
till they stare death
right in the eyes.
I want to live
the right life
so I can have my
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poem by Efe Benjamin
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