One day the god Obatala was sitting in the forest making human beings. Eshu found him and stopped to visit. He opened a bottle of palm wine. Obatala is a very pure spirit and a righteous god but he does like a little wine. Eshu got him drunk. Obatala made cripples and albinos and some other less than perfect human beings that afternoon.
Obatala, Grant me the Gift of Your Error
Excess of palm wine is
The beginning of art.
I covet not your gold chain
And my tongue does not water
For the liver of your sand-scattering hen
Grant me only the gift of your error
Weary after a long day
Of moulding perfect men
Drained after a long day
Of sculpting perfect women
You punctured the neck of a palm tree
Alas! Your throat imbibed
This foaming liquid in excess
The same excess that made Ogun
Flood the land with an ocean of blood
Gushing from the headless bodies
Of subjects he swore to defend.
Ah, Obatala! You who own the
Whiteness of the liquid. Is this you?
This staggering silhouette
Slave to the whims of the foam?
Palm wine drove your creative hands
From a uniformity of shapes
To a cacophony of forms
Surely, excess of palm wine is
The beginning of art.
I salute the cripple
I salute the albino
I salute the obese
I salute the anorexic
I salute the giant
I salute the dwarf
I salute the one-legged man
I salute the one-handed woman
I salute the born-blind
I salute the born-deaf
I salute the born-mute
I salute the born-blind-deaf-mute
I salute the Black man
I salute the White man
I salute the Brown man
I salute the Yellow man
I salute the Mulatto
I salute you all
"Imperfect" products of
A god's error of inebriation
Icons of art's plenitude
To a poet's admiring eyes
Ah, Obatala! Grant me the gift of your error
That my verse may escape the tyranny of uniformity
Grant me the gift of your error
That I may rhyme some, free others
Grant me the gift of your error
That my art may sing the beauty of difference
Grant me the gift of your error
That my art may be rainbow.
---Pius Adesanmi, from Words Bigger Than the Mouth. Click here for more of his poetry.







