The Black Room

This world is filled with fragments of my existence Forgotten surroundings and those thoughts that persisted Doth throb my temple, I look around and wonder why As the clouds assemble, purple lightning streaks the sky! The world is filled with lies but this is Abuja in July I'm away from home, among my peers but I'm alone Detached, I always was Never relaxed, My brain could buzz For eons and eons, ask me why, I'll reply: just because The wind whips up the sands round and round, it stings my eyes Muritala passes me by, but hush, hear my ancestor's cries... Do I deny, decry or deciph'? There are no choices: it's a thinly veiled disguise A foregone conclusion: this world knows my design So crackle goes the flame Another crackle but it rains I drop these soggy books And so like Moses I start to run In search of a bush...a bush...that burns...