*The Reoccurring Decimal*

Let's write the story again

To ensure continuity,

Even if we walk in their path

With different tools and

Improved methods

We'll always end in the same destination,

Because it's a reoccurring decimal.

Natal jingles I hear

Natal greetings they share

For a neonate born without it's consent,

Like a bud growing in a branch's stead,

Like a reoccurring decimal

Shooting up like a young shoot,

They said I was growing,

Combining parental accessories

With the resemblance of older kins

They called me "Babatunde"

Coming from the dead to be reborn

Like a reoccurring decimal.

Let me mount my wings and fly

I'm no more an eaglet

Take me to my father's fields

I want to plow them,

Let me wear his boots 

And put on his armaments,

I want to survive in this revolving world,that revolves

Like the reoccurring decimal.

Wonderful flight my father flied.

The nuptial flight

I flied with the angel of my soul.

Let's build new colonies

And live like immortals

Even though some stale leaves are fallen

And are buried by history's sand.

Natal drums I hear

Natal greetings we shear, 

Happiness grips the air,

As a neonate is called from oblivion without it's consent

We called him our progeny,

As we were to our parents

Like they were to our grandparents

Like we all are to our fore parents 

Like the reoccurring decimal.

At the brink of the grave 

Let me fall in peace,

At the last kick, like both kicks

One before birth and  the other at death

The kick of death's bucket,

Let me die peacefully

As I pass through the tunnel of death,

As my fore parents did,

As my grand parents did,

As my parents did,

As I will do,

Like a reoccurring decimal.

© Daramola Ebenezer 2017