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Excuse me father if I'm disappointed for what you expect me

Excuse me father

If you cannot slaughter other tribesmen not to say prayers in the morning if I turn my backon Some of your advice

Because the father

Although your blood runs in my veins, although Bedouin have too though I've slept under huts vacated

Looking forward to the Moon

And lifting my hand to God

Envy has been

Time has many strange leaves unfolded

And spread them between us and

I have uprooted time

Time has planted me to garden

So don't use prayer,

And sorry to dig the bones out (bones buried here)


If you have forgotten that you are buried here.

In: poems of black Africa. edited by Wole Soyinka. Oxford, 1989, pp.335-336.