Nervous and scared I tremble in dismay. Frightened and excited When I discovered the origin of my name. I had thought fiction is of the unknown But never realize someone's truth aches In my imagination- the mundane. For millennia I have grieved with a friend Over the loss of a child-eternal. But suddenly get teleported on A vehicle of dreams and fantasy A backpack full of fairies I carried; A wailing child I heard. Africa is the origin A culture submerged in energy And elements. When the soil of this place tell my story The air exhales its lessons-I catch. Whenever the seas, lakes, rivers and oceans Gather; a communal feast looms. A people whose history holds the pillars of existence ...origin of ANEBIRA! Since a bird became a god Since divinity believe in reincarnation Since the cowrie walks the talk of divination Long foreseen, I discovered the origin of my name. Our metaphors pluck for themselves, this world. Its elements... Sea, water, salt, cowrie, bird, Kolanut And palm oil: naming can be grief and exalting Godhood and mythology became the bedrock Of the origin of my name. The science of tradition, a fragile one On which all long history takes a rest. Birth and death part of existence This solitary hybridity is the linear force That forms my survival. Me, The Afro lady! My lineage is royalty and I was named ANASE- Manifestations.
Rasheedat Muhammad is a student of literature in a government owned university in Nigeria. She is a 34 year old mum of 5 kids. She is passionate about poetry that reflects Africa’s cultural heritage. She also has unpublished short stories dwelling on diverse themes: insecurity, greed.