Overture by Christopher Okigbo

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Before you, mother Idoto,

naked I stand,


before your watery presence,

a prodigal,


leaning on an oilbean,

lost in your legend…


Under your power wait I

on barefoot,


watchman for the watchword

at heavensgate;


out of the depths my cry

give ear and hearken.

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