What have I sought in all these years?
To live or die?
For being rich or avoiding poor hood,
Tell me have I even grown wiser to you
Like, do my words always hold meanings of understanding?
I mean tell me.
When I have spent my years
Calling out books, studying nature
Finding the essence of my existence
The breakthrough of our in-humanity
Like also the depth of our evil.
I wanted to know if this is the end.
Ending in murders of innocent children
Or the slaughtered religious.
Wait! How about love?
Can it ever be quantified in itself?
Without money or gifts.
I have waited for the sun to stop shining
But the earth keeps yawning bed time
I’ll wake up with a smile and end with a straight face
Saddened with wrinkles of the labours
I have suffered for the world,
It is like the wind chasing itself
Endless power in the depths
of my coloured tongue.
I thought I understood the human being
From the maker,
Whom I’ve actually never seen.
The spitting resemblance he speaks of exists
Only between the identical twins, triplets, quadruplets
But one thing I know is this
He made us all simple
We have complicated ourselves
When we kill the innocent and pardon the guilty
Rise up princes and crown slaves
Dance to evil while the music is over.
This is what I cannot understand
The revolving of the years
Or why the second will never get tired of doing
the same thing over and over and over again?
No, let’s be real here, why is there night?
To rest, did I hear you say that?
Well how come the earth doesn’t rest then?
Voodoo, Secret Societies, Armed men from the underworld are at war
With the wicked and the kind-hearted
There can’t be one king but we need a king.
I still don’t understand this,
Even the fact a man has to die for his friends
He hardly knew them in 3 years.
Real friendship is more than 3 years or a kiss
It is more than an evening during dinner
Or an appearance at your burial
But this I do not comprehend
What wisdom I have gathered
From the good book and your books
The serenity words spell in hearts
Instead of just been themselves words
Turning into emotions is a lot to understand
Look and leave this place
Look and live in this space
We have different ears, those who listen and hear
And those who hear,
I have gathered nothing but grains of these words
For my son to know
That wisdom chooses who lay with her
And understanding is not like it is spelt
But now, I’m been switched on to stand in the wisdom I understand.
Wisdom I alone have learnt
Wisdom I alone will over-stand to.
By Rudolph Adidi
Rudolph Adidi popularly known as Rudapoet is a Nigerian Spoken word poet, recently, the ALS Slam Champion.
He inspires through his poetry and art, expressing himself in a style original to him-Urban Poetry.