By Dr. Akim Otugi Dilal
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen. My son, my only son,
I have lose my home, my dignity, my rights
My properties and my hope, then my life.
To me is the bones; to him is the meat
And all juicy of my cow. My cow I got when I sol? my goat.
My goat I got when I sol? my ch?ken.
My Chicken I got when I kept my egg to hatch.
My egg I got in the wilderness. The wildern?s is giver to me
By God. The God who promises everythin? to all creatures.
That is one think I huv seen in my granny?s ogle.
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen.
Far from east to the heart of Afrika, to the shadow of Africa,
My granny sis red wine on the top. In mid is the white bread
And underneath is the dark chocolate, shinning like a black
Diamond lost by pirate underneath ocean. Then my granny
Open ?er I ?n said.
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen.
I try to sky up and up and up and up
To reach my shinning star in the skyly cloud
I dig into the earth to discover all the treasures.
Diamond, gold, silver, and all blink blinks.
But I hear someone screaming,
Screams like need help.
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen.
Then, earthquake, after that flood
Follo?d by tornado, then tsunami
But fire did not. My granny lies down
Breathing as the King Herod in his kingship
Cloak. Colours within: Top is green; left is black
Right is red and centre is white. Then the voice
Appears in the hair
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen.
Yes! No! Yes! No! I will never be satisfied
Though eye dress like a king. I will never be satisfied
Though eye drink days ?n nights. I wood be satisfied
If I create my own road to lead me to my own treasures
My own dress to satisfy me. My own Island to look after.
My intoxicated cup to gide me from poison. My own lamp
To shine the darkness, and to it into everlasting light;
And then I will buy my granny new pair of lenses
So that somebody will not whisper
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere.
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen
My granny overjoys for ?er new goggles.
She sis no more imaginary creatures.
Neither blood ?or milk and no Darkness.
My granny sis blue sky, and blue atmosphere
And Real caring Planet, earth. She?ll not Sis?
Blood is the sky. Milk is the atmosphere.
And to earth is the darkness. Said my granny
In the kitchen.
