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THE OCEAN WAS ONCE A STREAM for Motunrayo Adegboro on the 8th of April, 2015

Birthday Update from Temple Of Words


When I laughed and jumped around with my head
Landing on the ground men trample on
Some said I was crazy
That my senses are now lazy
They said why the laughter!
They said why the joy!

And I shoveled words into the mouths
Ah! Motunrayo, it's motunrayo!
They said who is Motunrayo
What did she do to you!
I said every thing
And I said, every thing
And when they asked again
Who is motunrayo
I said she's the one that has the crown of words
Upon her head!
She whines too, yes, she whines like leaf
Tossing and hanging on a stem
Crown of words!!!
Crown of what!
they murmured
they marvelled
and immediately they bowed
Not in her presence
But in the presence of her absence.
Hey, Queen of words...hello,
Today is your day
Today was that day the river gave birth to a stream
A stream that has now become an ocean.
Motunrayo, if words would permit me,
I make words word your world like the way words worked our worlds.
Motunrayo! happy birthday to you.


from Mide Benedict

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