~e.i.o

Once In my dream the light appeared to me, saying go rise up, go out and deliver a message to the people of the far country. So I rose up and went out, the day was fair cloudy white light, I decided to sit and throw stones into the lake, then there was a man reading a poem alone to himself in the open.

I went up to him and said to his this poem you read do you understand?
Then he opened to me, I don't know, but the writer was he talking about Achebe?
I told him no, e.i.o.
He came to continue from where Achebe stopped and he looked in to my eyes and said take me to him, for I want to be like him. I laughed and said for you to be like him a silver dove must first come upon you and you must kill yourself everyday with an ink and a candle and not be afraid to die even like a sheep on his was for slaughter for he already is a sheep but one of the savant sheep and the king sheep is in heaven.
~e.i.o
T.B.C