You are Attired and Arrayed and Assured in your conspicuous excellence,
And I am only I

Think, imagine, picture yourself as a tree of great shade
See in your mind its immensity
Its mighty boughs and the birds among them.
The lush foliage
The sunlight on it
The coolness it casts;
Upon a neigbhourhood
Upon a house
Upon a family
Upon the girl and boy who were;
My brother and myself
I am only I

What is the difference between
Our “inferior” then
And your superior now
Is it in writing?

In our writing, images spoke
Seasons sang or wept
They were many
They were necessary
Rivers, the footpath to it
The tree ACACIA its stature
Camwood, the beauty it gives
The rain-forests, its lush green!

I am only I!
We are who we are!!
We are AFRICA!!!

Grace Orebiyi