ALÁGBIGBA (THE FORTUNE TELLER)

I have communed with Ọ̀rúnmìlà; You’ve read my palms, observed the kùrukùru. Now, Alágbigba, tell me true: What shines within my star’s design?

Why claim “all is well” when frustration Courses through my weary veins? Why promise “tomorrow’s bright” When today’s horizon wanes?

You urged me to be just and fair, Said good character crowns a man. Yet, though honest, my work’s a storm, Like forked lightning, without a plan.

Like wise virgins, I carried extra oil, My wick rooted in custom’s stream. Yet the unjust reign where justice fails, And righteousness seems but a dream.

This time must not pass me by, Alágbigba. Shall I worship orí or appease Èṣù Ọ̀dàrà To stand tall among my peers? Teach me to smooth my twisted path, To unlearn old ways, embrace the new, And straighten fate’s relentless gears.

Alágbigba, your words have freed others; Your skill can restore my captive star. Like Jacob, I strive—this time is mine, Speak, and let my freedom soar.