Kúnmiàsà

The lure of the past

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Bùkúnmi

Image: Overview of a market, Lillian Trager (April 1977)

I remain nostalgic about a past I wasn’t a part of

Hell-bent on finding out the truth in history – or if there is truth in history

I want to know what my ancestors crafted with their fingers, what made them silent, what made them sit and converse

What foregrounded their beliefs

Who are these animated beings that glide through existence, armed with objects as fetish, their bodies, a collection of stories

Who once passed through the paths I now tread, who have handed down the baton, who speak with a resounding voice through space and time saying…

“walk the path! Run if you must! Time is a thread that binds us all

and someday, all that ever was, shall be revealed”.

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2 responses to “The lure of the past”

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    Human

    Who says my comment has to make sense? Or is it rude to talk long without permission?

    So I opened the Secondary School one for months and here am I.
    Sometimes, I’m just an art collector and when I read this one, I died.
    For a time, I visited this space over and over and found the shelves deserted; no new poem, no evidence of an owner who realizes that folks visit often to smear their hearts with art.

    So right here am I, and I’m happy and taken by the new dexterity of the owner…

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      ‘Bukunmi

      Thank you sooo much for your kind, encouraging and really moving comment ‘human’ 😊 glad to know you visit here time and time again… hopefully the shelves would be filled up more often. Thank you! 💞

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