Mu Omi Sùúrú

Growing up, “mu omi sùúrú” was advice you’d hear from a Yoruba elder if you were seeking something you just can’t have yet…and don’t we often do that in life?

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As the oak tree rises to its peak

Tearing through coarse layers of soil

Paying steeply, to buy a hundred years from time

Weathering triumphal ground quakes as others sprout

Would you say it’s failing?

You would say it’s growing

But you wouldn’t say the same of yourself