My Dream Reality
I’ll caress my dreams till they became reality
I’ll wrap them round and round my forehead
Like a turban,
I’ll wrap them till I chant them like psalms
I’ll wear them on my waist
Like an Indian Princess in her charming attire
Like the Jigida I’ll wear them and
With each motion they’ll jingle to attract thousand eyes
Like a beautiful maiden,
I’ll sway my waist till Princes take notice of their enticing twist
I’ll wear them like the mascara of a city model
Like the makeup of a betrothed bride,
I’ll adorn me with them like the corals of a Benin Princess
My arms shall bear them
Like the henna decorations of an Hausa bride
Like the pen of a scholar,
I’ll inscribe them upon the walls of my heart
I’ll speak them like a wordsmith,
And with voice as that of rushing water I’ll utter them
To the street corner!
To the house top!
To the Urban dwellers!
To the Locals!
Across Oceans and Lands!
Mountains and Valleys!
Through the Sahara and Wahala!
Like the voice of a raging sea
I’ll proclaim them
Like an American Volcano
Like a tornado
Like an earthquake from Middle East
Like an African thunderstorm
Like a northern whirlwind
My dreams will take siege on the hearts of all mortals
Till the Messengers of truth bear it to nations
And the birds sing them to forest creatures
Till the city keep wake for the birth of my reality
Till spring declares it to the harvesters of fortune
Till rumors becomes tales and tales become legend
And till the court of Great Lords banquet on it
Till the Mafia’s recount it
And the maidens droll over it
Till Prince’s beckon for my reality
I won’t stop dreaming
I’ll bind them to my heart like a diamond crest
I’ll bathe me with them like a thousand rainbows on a blue cloud
Like the butterfly
I’ll caress my dreams till my caterpillar metamorphose
Like an enchantment
I’ll let my dreams drive me till I birth my reality.
Read I am the Wind… It’s enthralling!