(Here’s a new poem you can both listen to and read. If you are unfamiliar with the Yoruba pantheon you should cast a casual eye over Wikipedia’s offering here)
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yes my name is Sopona the Great
but I am NOT the god of smallpox
who first put that mad idea in motion?
why am I not god of war, or wombs.
am I not worth the spoils of war? the
sumptuous joys of fertility rites?
if iron’s taken, what about steel?
can I not be Sopona, Steel God?
why am I not god of thunder? Shango’s
all the rage… but you should hear my voice!
me, with all my talents? I make night
– you call that an eclipse. I bake sand
– you call that a drought. I Sopona,
inspirer of the Ipad… and what d’you do?
you make me a nursemaid! Even sweet
palmwine’s godless… have you thought of that?
I could have had a grove of wine offerings…
but you send me infectious diseases?
a cosmos of princely things to god
and you send me your sore and your sick?
I think not! a pox on you! and a
pox on every babalawo who
chants my name over a scabrous brow!
‘d rather be a god without portfolio, than this
(and when I say ‘a pox on you’, I
mean it figuratively of course –
there’s no need to come on bended knees
to pray away a plague of smallpox.)
my name is Sopona the Great, yes,
but i am NOT the god of smallpox!
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5 Replies to “A God Resigns”
Sopona sounds nice, even though he’s livid with ‘pepper body’. Beautiful work.
Thanks Iquo. I’m sure he’s much mollified by your kind words 😉
Great piece of poetry. Much of the old negro
Easy there, Nickson, don’t upset Sopona… before the ‘old’ negro spiritual, he was 😉
Hmmmm…. *pondering mood activated* I think I’d like to respond to the last two lines.
Pray, do tell ‘Sapona,’ who are you then, if you are “NOT the god of smallpox”! A fake god, or a great god of Deceit?
YOU are the one who’s fetishistic mask concealed the reproduction of infectious diseases; the stealer of infertility, deceivingly and diabolically administered by your henchmen – the rogue priests.
Do cast your eyes sideways, far away from me – small god of all poxes!
Well Chuma, I say thank you for this expository poem and Thank God Sapona was forced to resign in 1907 (*smiling* yes, I looked him up in Wikipedia having never heard of him before). But sadly I think he’s still very much active today, and has adorn the foreign look of an adept.