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THE WHYS
Like a seed with lost source
I grew without my parents
“Why did He take them from me?”
My land raided
Slave in a pagan land, I became
“Why did He allow this to happen?”
In a land of paganism
With values different from the ones I knew
“Why should I be here?”
A call for maidens for the king
Among whom I am
“Why would I marry a pagan king?”
In the midst of the whys
The purification process I submitted to
And I found my call unto responsibility.
© Ìyétidé
I grew without my parents
“Why did He take them from me?”
My land raided
Slave in a pagan land, I became
“Why did He allow this to happen?”
In a land of paganism
With values different from the ones I knew
“Why should I be here?”
A call for maidens for the king
Among whom I am
“Why would I marry a pagan king?”
In the midst of the whys
The purification process I submitted to
And I found my call unto responsibility.
© Ìyétidé
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