ABIKU (Durosinmi)

I have been to the seven heavens,
And made friends with the keepers of hell.
I have walked the street that’s made of gold,
And swam across the lake of fire.

I have dined with great men and angels;
Gabriel and Rumi to name a few.
I have lived without fearing to die,
For I was hoping to leave again.

But God had no place to put me in;
For I was more holy than His saints
And more filthy than Satan’s fallen.
My garment was whiter than snow,
But stained still it was, with blood of men slain.

I was fit, both for heaven and hell.
God knew too. He returned me to earth.

Younglan Louis