MAMA BIMPE AND THE SACRED MOUNTAIN

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MAMA BIMPE AND THE SACRED MOUNTAIN

From the icy coldness of the aurora
to the fiery wrath of the noon sun,
baking the earth into a spheroid flour mound
Mama bimpe:
the envy of womanhood in Okiki-land
appears as a speck blown in the wind of the night
or is it like the sturdiness of the ant
she trails the face of the mount like an earthworm,
wading against the challenges of the mire
climbing the bare naked face of Agelu,
the sacred mountains of fire and miracles
her figure almost indistinguishable like the chameleon
until she reaches the zenith of the immortal landmark
the seat of God and His faithful angels
the ageless throne
covered with solid haze of glistering golden dust
Mama bimpe;
moving in frantic desperation and resolution
against the shadow of agents of darkness at the bottom of the mount: the valley
she flattens out like mashed cassava on the ascent before the God of her fathers
mama bimpe;
And me perched in one of the many eyes of the block of flats
overlooked by the magnificient mould of mount Agelu
within the infinite blackholes of senselessness and fitful activities
I arose gently in spite of the accursed energy about me
to the heavenly heights
Then my spirit to witness the rendevouz
the tryst between the mortal and immortal
mama bimpe;
dressed irreverently in aging ankara wrapper and blouse
her head unadorned in careless worn nameless cloth
today nothing matters
today all highs is lows
in the presence of God and his creations
she anguishes
as a paroxysm of fettered emotions brooks
for spiritual liberation.
the presence knew beforehand she would come
And me as a curious infant assumes rapt attention
yet as in a monologue i hear only one voice
the other was in decibels higher but strangely audible to this agonizing mother.
'Why me?' she cries
then in a split second her face transformed into something sick and suffering
she persistently loaded the Presence with petitions
that puts my spirit under
i knew I couldn't bear her sorrows even if i tried
'Bimpe has killed me' she bursts out
'why me'
'oh! I'm dead'
'Luurd help me'
So she wailed and wailed in spite of sourness of her knees
the heaviness of her heart
the strong pounding of her head threatening to split open anytime
repeating this words stereotypically like a schizophrenic
like a raving mad woman lost her mind
I'm lost for soothing words
a tear drops
the excruciating pain from the bleeding heart of a mother
of the shattered hopes 
of her daughter possessed by the demons of this world
and spiritual manipulations in high places
her life now in bonds that can not be paid with earthly treasures
and in the brink of an auction off to damnation.
the intercessory prayer of a distressed mother
Mama bimpe;
in one moment she stops the raining
the running lake of lamentations
now exchanged for grave yard silence
her fatigued heart giving way to the human weakness of a moment's slumber
then i arose again
my spirit drifted back into one of the many eyes of the block of flats
overlooked by the mount.
the sacred mount of fire and miracles.

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