Who am I?
The questions linger behind smiles of glorious moments, the I that
lies in the question asked, either quietly one to another, or loudly
in a crowded room to distinguish oneself.
Who am I?
Strutting on heels, or skipping in slips, whether my hair is well done
or the crest of my jacket is well sewn
Not in name, not in face.
The question lingers not because my hands are tiny in yours when you
ask me, not because my ears are larger against my face
Not in speech, not in singing
Not even when I strip naked to stare at my own reflection.
Who am i?
The question that would define the whys. The whys of why I cry at
weddings, and the wonderment of why I run from clowns and the
puzzlement of why I settle my jealousy with broken bottles.
The answer lies in the shattered ignorance of my romantic naïveté and
simmers on the pages that contain my written down plans for tomorrow.
Am I a seed, become a tree from the foundation of my parent’s madness
or am I the reality of the names they had blessed me with?
Who am I?
Am I the honey in Oyinkansola,The crown of Oyinade, the merging of
sweetness in Oyindamola, or the gifts of Moyosore. Am I the wealth in
Mosunmola, The shedding of tears in Remilekun, the lack of suffering
in Morounudiya or just the glorified crown in Adeseye? Each name you
shall call and will identify me, one name with a different face, each
name is who I am, all of which make me who I am.
Let’s minus the red haired gaelic girl I wish I was, lets minus the
Cleopatra, the sultry eyes and seductive voice of Marilyn Monroe that
fills my dreams. I am neither the burnt brown of my skin that the sun
has kissed, neither am I the rest of café au lait that has been
protected by my somewhat disheveled clothing.
Am I the colours that swirl in my head? am I the present or my present
future? Am I my past, the 16 year old girl with intriguing dreams,
the 24 year old woman caught betwixt crying in frustration and
laughing in delight, or am I the 60 year old woman that lays afore
me, mug of scented tea in hand and a hoard of cats?
WHO AM I?
Talk to me, Please talk to me
The question has been set in stone and yet it cannot be
For even at the tail end of this piece, the answer eludes me.