He is dead
I thought he was dead
As it is written
In the sacred ancient book.

Bashorun Gaa!
How can he be dead?
How can he be in the grave?
When he is still alive.

They told me he died,
For over a century ago
How can I believe he is dead?
When I saw him alive.

I was told to believe it
They said it is myth
Some said it is just a legendry
But it is all a lie.

I moved to the Alaafin’s palace
To reveal the truth
To challenge his authority
For proclaiming him dead.

If he is truly dead
They should show me his tomb
If they truly had him killed
They must show me his blood.

“For so it is written,
In the sacred ancient book
Written by our forefathers
That witnessed his days.”

‘Oh! Great king,
Why the lies?
How can you push your servants into darkness?
While you stay in the light?’

“How dare you challenge our king?
He is the second-in-command,
To the gods
The great gods of our land.

You deserve to be punished
By death sentence
Sentence for in-subordination
Without the king’s mercy.
‘Why should the truth be covered,
When all it need is light?
Why must you put me in silence,
When I possess the words?.’

“Let him speak!
He deserves our audience
Let him defend his stand,
For us not to shield his blood in vain.”

‘Bring me the historians
That keeps the words of our forefathers
Let them come with their sacred books
While I reveal the truth.’

“Tell me! Tell us!!
About the Bashorun Gaa you know
And we will tell you,
About the true Gaa.”

‘The Bashorun Gaa I know,
Is a powerful legislator
Powerful than the king of this Kingdom,
And able to impose his will on the King.
He is so powerful
That he can enthrone
So is he able to dethrone the King
All, according to his will.

He is also rich,
Richer than Alaafin
All his wealth he acquired,
Through the crookedness of politics.

He holds an honorary degree in corruption
Corrupt than cocoa pests
He is so dangerous
That he deserves the post of Iku Baba Yeye.

“All have we found
Written in the sacred ancient book
Of our forefathers,
It was written with the ink of their blood”

‘Our fathers were so true
They were truthful only with their ink
And not in blood
Because Bashorun Gaa is still alive”
“Reveal him to us
So that we may have him killed
To make our Father’s words true
In our sacred ancient book’.

‘Why must we find him?
When he is neither in the grave
Nor in the forest
Not even in the sea or in the air

He is right here!
But you can’t have him killed
Neither can you see him to face
Because he wears a golden mask’.





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Author: Judaisky

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