A sting at a time

The flowing Black Sea
Brought many years of trial
Memories don’t die
No matter how much time flies
We would never forget ours.

We would hold Sango
Lest his thunder consume us
We would hold Osun
Lest fertility evades,
And our lands remain poisoned.

Let us take our sick
And throw them in the river
As a sacrifice
So that the ‘unsick’ can live
So that the unloved can love

Victor Oyedele