Spoils of Nicea and Berlin

In a world of questions, we stand,

Where is our culture heading, hand in hand?

When will the savior grace our sight (Olugbala funfun)?

Why does my God differ from my own skin color?

The promise land, elusive and far, not within my father’s land, a scar.

Is it all but a mirage, a dream?

Or is there hope, a glimmering beam?

Maybe, just maybe, the awakening will ignite, A burst of truth, breaking through the night. The trick to exploit, divide and subjugate all in disguise.

Answers may unfold, like petals unfurled,

Revealing the essence of our cultural world. Let us seek understanding, with hearts wide open, embrace diversity, for unity to be woven. In this journey of discovery, we shall find, our culture’s path, with clarity defined.