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I am the mother of culpability

Jùmọké Bọlanle Adéyanju (2016)

I am culpable, culpable and culpable

 

I have wrongly answered, wrongly prayed

I have wrongly loved and nurtured wrongly

I am culpable. culpability. mother of culpability.

 

I am culpable, culpable and culpable

 

I gave life wrongly, and received death wrongly

I married her wrongly, I married him wrongly

I am culpable. mere culpability. mother of culpability.

 

I am to blame for the past

steps forward

I don’t think so! I am wrong, wrong wrong.

 

I have acted wrongly, celebrated wrongly

to boil the honey of heritage

I have looked at you wrongly, and killed you wrongly

 

I am to blame for the past

steps forward

I don’t think so!

 

Last time I failed, too.

I failed, failed and failed

 

I failed to wake up, failed to dream

Seriously

I failed to hold on to dreams, to live, to settle

to be confident and look at myself with pride

 

Hand me a sharp knife

Before I give in completely.

 

You know the secret of this tragedy.

I am the mother of culpability.

Liability in the secret of trauma.

 

I will pass by.

Always choosing a shortcut.

I will pass by all by myself.

Leaving the corpses on the street behind.

 

I failed to take my heart along, failed because of greed.

I failed. I am culpable. I will pray. I will cry.

Each and every time.

 

Stop the noise! We want to stay asleep forever

 

I am sorry.

 

I am culpable, culpable and culpable

 

I am to blame for the past

steps forward

I don’t think so! I am wrong, wrong wrong.

 

NO!

 

WE have are culpable

We culpable, culpable and culpable

 

We haven’t demoralize, haven’t build

We haven’t tried, and understood wrongly

We taught wrongly, read wrongly

We rejoiced wrongly, and revolutionized wrongly

We fought wrongly, and met each other wrongly

We didn’t play hide and seek

 

All these we failed.

 

We forgot: We are the forgotten

We ignored the second cock-crow

 

No. We forgot.

 

All of these we forgot.

 

Now Silence! Don’t you respect the dawn?

We are the lost ones. The dead who weren’t slaughtered.

 

Then: Sleep in Peace.

 

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