Poem 5
The Fake Oath : By Lene Ododomu If a man does not keep a pace with his companion, perhaps it's b'cos he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however, measured or far away. The gods are wise. They formed me with a secret. A secret that blinded me not to see.... my forehead without mirror. I cannot see the back of my head either, except their hot cold palms open. Oh! happiness heard my voice. I felt discouraged when he pace B'cos we agreed to dance together.... before the king. But seen their opened palm, hay me joy. I worship thee 'O supreme wisdom'. Thou made me to possess joy, from dismay to delight. I laughed at thee, for thou was disqualified, even not to raise a leg. But thou can see or hear mine, that the king's hairs dance for the honey taste of my performance. I was not born to be disgraced. Therefore, I thank the gods. Thou was distracted by the gods not to disgr...