Contemplation on the odu Okanran Oshe ( Okana she )

It is the burden of
Working for another
To Carry the weight
Of their insecurities
Always at the mercy
Of shifting emotions
A benevolent dictatorship
Painted with a subtle
Veneer of democracy
Slowly but surely
Subduing all dissent
Leading to conformity
In thought and finally
Resignation
Excited workers become
Sycophantic drones
Quelling even the most
Creative minds until
The next crop of bees
Has entered the fold
And the cycle begins
Anew

Written while listening to: Pastoral by Christian Löffler 

Contemplation on the Odu Odi Owonrin (Odi Ojuani)

It’s late
The sun has set
Wind whistles through the trees
As I ready myself for the long road ahead
Tonight I travel to distant stars
Hat and scarf in hand
Satchel on my hip
I center myself
Before setting out
In search of
Awe
Is it all a beautiful dream
Or did I just read it in the pages
Of someone else's
Biography
It's no matter
The memories exist
Tattooed on my beating heart
Visions coursing through my veins
One experience after another
Ever expanding
In search of
Space
To fill with
New ink
New stories
New
Life

To read while listening to

Contemplation on the Odu Irete Osa

Events are almost never
Black and white
The more people you ask
The more versions of
What happened
You hear
Our brains can't help but filter everything
Through the sunglasses of our past
It's our super power and our disability
The trick is knowing which it is
In any given moment
In any given situation
Don't be a slave to your past
Try always to be a master of your future
Seeing things
Not for what they
Might be
But instead for what they
Are