Teazhy's Pen

Seven virgin's morning urine in muddy_brown calabash to quench the longer-ing thirst of the gods xenorate lungs. Seven brown bitter-kola aligned with seven Kolanuts. Seven gourds of fresh tapped palmwine, flowing red oil and sprinkles of salts. Before the sun walks to its abode. Let's serve the deities, with muddy_brown calabash to plant the seed of a prosperous life. Can't you see how life has become marred, and how pockets encounter with drought? Can't you here the wheeze wheeze of- Our lineage ancestors singing to our ears   from 'morn till night' to feed their gnarling stomachs? Two bottles of aromatic schnapp  escorts with laps of street dog for the gods to wash their belly and dust off the dirts on their throat for it has been countable years ago we've bowed and offer them our knees. The gods are hungry, let's feed them the misery and pains, the tears that cascade from our eyes  at dark nights when lamps run out of oil. Lets...