Look.
The wind pulling the leaves of the tree along as it journeys.
The leaves in fierce resistance to the pull of the wind. The weakest don't make it though.
Look.
Night falls faster than a man can imagine.
On the man whose black goats are outside
In the dark of the night, his goats are gone. He only wishes they are resloute enough to stay near when it goes bright.
Look.
The sound of happiness so temporal
Like the taste of icing on a cake
Holding an ice cube in your hands. It is now. And yet in splits, it departs in hurried rolls of liquid.
Tell Udeaku to pay heed to my word
For a man may not know when his Chi will call
But when the signs shows the end is near.
The man starts speaking the language of the spirit.
When you fall into an embrace
Squeeze with all the strength you've got
Take in scents of fumes and memories
A man doesn't know when last he'll hug.
Tell the sea to be quiet now.
For the ship no longer sail atop it
And its roaring storms are only affecting its member
For the ship's overturned. See it drowning.
I speak the words of the spirits.
The silent giggle of the evening breeze
As it sweeps pass Mazi Leru Anya's hut
Even his favorite concubine didn't see. His spirit floated with the wind.
Pay Heed.
I saw a man standing, his height six cubit, his arms apart.
I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he beckons.
He moves with the wind, he calls my name.
Come play. He beckons. In the land where men do not wear bodies.
I stood, I feel the world drop at my feet.
The burdens of a thousand trouble crashing.
I take two steps he smiles the more. His embrace feels like home.
When the breeze blows tonight and the ikuku whispers at midnight and you hear the first piercing cry, Grieve not.
Grieve not for I am not carried by the wind. I'm myself the wind. A silent screaming of a thousand resilience dissolving into streaks of drying liquid.
Grieve not the food of the spirit can be eaten by spirits.
Say not there's such pleasantry yet untapped and the man is but a youth. See. Look. A drifting into endlessness. A passage into lands where youth, infantry and adulthood counts not. But a colossal of floating spirits. They call here ebe nde mmuo.
Listen to the sound of Achinike's flute.
The Spirit calls, a call I must rise to dance to
To answer. This dance had always been intended, for which I say to you Grieve not.
Grieve not for the sea couldn't drown the sea
As it rises and falls and stretches over normalcy will return.
Grieve not for the head of the tired must rest.
Grieve not for we must all do the dance of the ancestors. Does it really matter when one goes.
Sit by the river oh Udeaku
I'll wrap around you like the river breeze
then you'll know I'm still with you
in earth's very element.
Grieve not. A man will surrender to that which entice his soul. A pulling into of comfort with beginning and yet no end.
Grieve not. The minorities sings in a melancholic orchestra. But that's because they are at Uwa. Here. The Orchestra is of all race and spirits differences are not a thing.
Grieve not. A man must go to where his soul is.
Grieve not. For you can destroy the scraper of the white quicker and easier than you can unmake the decision a man had already made.
If you miss him, sit by the sea at night time when the Spirits greets the living in gentle caressing of the sea. Hang you head on the bosom of the wind but don't Grieve for me.
Don't Grieve, for I have peeked into gbe mmuo and see things more pleasant. Like a man whose done with a woman and chases another, gbe mmuo's bosom is home.
Look. Udeaku. See. Tell. Sit.
Get some to hold your hand and scream your journey well brother
When the remains are lowered to where it really belonged.
Here's where you can explode in shaking and tears. Here's where it should really end.
After which, don't grieve. No. Stop.
Life will make you move on
When it pulls you, follow it. Don't look at the pile of dust. Say not, he's just freshly covered. Move quickly. Don't Grieve.
Fades.
SPIRITS AND JOURNEYS.
Chines Zoe! 
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