By Uduma Kalu
My spirit wants to do good. My irreducible is eternal.
My spirit is not canal. It's tomorrow. Endless.
My canal is a slave master. He feeds on me.
My spirit is my mind. The spirit of luo is my mind.
A mine of codes and signs and songs of Nsibidi.
It's underdog in the Underworld. Spirit of Odili in a wrestling match with Odili.
My irreducible me. My spirit doesn't die.
My spirit wants to do good. It's prepared to die. But spirits don't die.
It's freedom. Nothing else.
Dance Nsibidi the dance. Dance the code dance. There's no death. Death returns to spirit. It returns alive.
From death, the spirit invokes death.
Odili is dust. Mere dust. Canal is dust. Mere dust. Superdog is dust. Mere dust.
It's the underdog against Superdog. The spirit meets its flesh that feeds on it in a wrestling match Underground.
After the war in the Underworld, German Coast rose and sprang.
Napoleon came. Louisiana Purchase. Denmark Vesey. British Abolishment. Maria Stewart.
American Civil War came. Freedom came. My spirit wants to do good.
It's eternal. Not canal. It's endless. It's tomorrow. It's echo. Invocation of the irreducible me. My invocation.
The invocation of the African spirit: Igbo Kwenu is the Black Power Salute.
Clenched fist is shape and strength of our heart. Irreducible me.
One heart. One fist. Raised above the masses at Ogbaukwu.
The square is Ugo. The Eagle is Republic of the Iroko.
The iroko is strength. It's spirit. It soars and sweeps the underdogs of the middle of the passage.
The fist raised in Black Power Salute: Igbo Kwenu. Yaa! Igbo Kwenu! Yaa. Igbo Kwenu. Yaa!
At the early morning gathering which is King of the Igbo, the echoes took it.
The sun spread it.
The eagle followed on the wings of the iroko to the ships of the Middle Passage.
Eagle on wings of Iroko. Eagle on Iroko.
The spirit revolted. It was heard in Haiti.
It was heard in Georgia. Nat Turner took to war. Cuba cried out.
Bolivar rose. Brazil heard. Jamaica rang her bell.
And all America rose. The civil war came.
Igbo Kwenu. Yaa! Igbo Kwenu. Yaa! Igbo Kwenu. Yaa!
The African Salute is the Igbo Salute.
Clenched like fist of the heart.
The eagle winged the words of Nsibidi. It's silence is thunder.
Like fist shaped like eggs. Codes and signs of corn rows.
Then, the leopards began the chase. Joined the Igbo of Virginia. The leopards roared for Adam at Montpellier..
The eagle soared. The salute of the Ogbaukwu hovered above.
The gathering is King of the Igbo: the he Black Power Salute is freedom irreducible.
Igbo Kwenu. Yaa. Igbo Kwenu. Yaa. Igbo Kwenu. Yaa.
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