Contemplation on the Odu Oshe Okanran ( Oshe Okana )

I made some pasta for your mind

so you could noodle on the complexities of life

It's for you, so I had to make everything from scratch

It began with some flour, ground to a fine powder by hard work

To which I added salt dried from the sweat of your brow

an egg born of the spirit of your creation

and the water from a tear of sadness

after kneading it slowly

thoughtfully

I spread this knowledge across a board and carefully cut the noodles that I would share

But far from done, I placed it all in a pot of turbulent and boiling waters

from which emerged a perfect meal, nourishing and rich

Still not done

I added tomatoes ripened sweet with age

Basil for character and complexity

and pepper, for a little heat

Gingerly, I place it in front of you

steam dancing across the air

aroma wafting past your nose

let it melt on your palette

this bowl of life

that it may leave you nourished, satisfied and full