Entrances have led me here,

You the dream 

And I the dreamer;

Together we stand—mountain as we were

Eyes soft as moonlight

And they said:

Hunter, hunt

Hunter, hunt again.

And these markets have I known,

Barters of dance

Music of evening ponds;

Yet must I once again lock horns

This ram—this procession

And they said:

Hunter, hunt

Hunter, hunt again

Note:

I have chased to Calabar the selfsame illusion that took Okigbo to Yola. Okigbo's expedition ended in futility. I imagine I may share the same fate. Still, I have dared.