Anyone who doesn’t behave the conventional way is regarded as this
You see us smile as you drive by and shake your head in pity
You are the one who should be pitied
You can not see the lizards crawling over your bodies
You are dressed in well-cut suits, alluring dresses and lovely shoes yet flies hover round you
Like refuse dumped by the roadside
We talk about people dancing and we join in
Singing as well, yet you cross over to the other side to avoid us
If only you knew that little children dressed in red and black sing and dance after you.
Mocking the way you walk and act “civilised”
You murmur to yourself
Probably concerned about the economy or the job you haven’t found
You! Running away from the one who sees life as it is, are a mad man for you are ignorant
You often assume we are being rewarded for an evil work done
But do you not think that we wouldn’t be if not for the intervention of the Supreme one?
We knew too much
We read too much
And so we are forced to see life as it is
To us, the world is real
Plain as it is
And we have no worries
We walk the streets that you
Eat what you eat at times
We see the usefulness of things you regard as wasteful
You think of unimaginable things
And we see the things that lurk in the dark
The things you fast and pray to see
The things for which you sacrifice your family
We see the danger that awaits
We often try to warn you
But our words are perceived as nonsense
Spoken from a Nuisance’s mouth
We have wealth that we do not use
All is vain, isn’t it?
Yet, you use us to buy more years and riches
Forgetting that a thousand years are but a day to the one who created us.
The Supreme creator
And to the little creator
Who writes about life
As I see it
How does one write about how we see things, if one isn’t mad himself?
We all are on the brink of insanity
The likes of I have jumped into it
So we are safer, more useful to others because we know much more, we have nothing which is more
Life from my perspective is a playground
Where people pretend to be sane and righteous, yet their actions show insanity
The ignorant ones are the insane ones
Yet they call us insane, because we walk the streets and wear rags
We are seers with the audience to tell our stories
We are visionaries who have a destination unknown to us
Till we get there, we will walk the streets.
Adetutu is an Award Winning Writer and Poet. She studied English at Bowen University.
She is also a Contributor in Core Magazine.
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