I am an adventurer, looking for treasure

This is a poem about one’s quest for discoveries, written at MEST Africa and the journey I took getting here. Also highlighting everyday sail in search of everything you have. This poem was written by MEST Class of 2020 Entrepreneur in Training, Ifeoluwa Oderinde.

Behind the walls he searched for the familiar,

With within ransacked

I’ll crawl through, perhaps a ladder will do

Or should I break the walls?

The walls didn’t break; the ladder broke and left me with broken limbs

How did you manage?

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Anyways I’m on the other side

Where it bustles with beauty and dreams

And songs sung with hope

There a citadel sits, where the lighthouse stand

Spare me a piece of silver

What? I need to barter fish

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I hear of a place where treasure is buried

Can you point me to MEST?

Sorry I don’t know, it should be in the fort

Follow the light, follow the path shown

Can you spare me a piece of gold?

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Do you need a new pair of sight?

To see the sky is blue or that the sun shines bright

Why lack amidst abundance

Pack your bags; let’s go to the fort

No, I can’t go

I just need a piece of silver to barter fish

All I need is a piece of gold

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At the citadel, people came from near and far

All in search of treasure, All with dreams

All with broken limbs.

How did you manage?

I just never stopped trying

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There the sage with gold-crested flowing gown

And beautifully gelled, gleamy glossy hair

Mend the broken with hope

Gathered us around, with fingers pointing to treasure and tales

And the light shone through our hearts

That’s where the real treasure is

Hold on to it.

Originally published at https://medium.com on September 12, 2019.