Blood and Kin

By Razaq Ivori

Blood and kin is about life about love about hate about pain about black about white. Then it goes on to tell about the darkness in the black and the bleakness in the white. Blood and Kin is about women about men about sex about weakness about naiviety about virginity and promiscuity. its about sin about the blessings of the gods in heaven and the ones on earth. About finger nails and daggaers that fail, about death and dying and crys for life a whiff of life. Blood and Kin is about living or leaving

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491806067

Razaq Ivori

Razaq Ivori is a story teller with too many tales to tell. He lives in Lagos-Nigeria where he thrives as a performance poet. Once a student of sociology in Ahmadu Bello University, Ivori believes that the ultimate goal of life is to empty every aboriginal content ferried by the body’s soul before the close of existence. Human Only is a testament to that fact.

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BLOOD

and KIN

Razaq IVORI

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/24/2013

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Contents

Foreword

Scene 1 Act One The Sperm; Birth

The Sperm; Act2 Scene One; Earth.

Next Scene

Act Two Scene 1; The Birth

Curtains The Birth/ Act Two Scene 1

Part 3 Hook Is Rook

Scene Two

Act Four Scene 1 The Birth

Act Five Scene 1

Scene Three

Scene Three; Hook

The Myth; Act Four

Scene Two;

Scene Four; Infection.

Next Scene

FOREWORD

This book has been made available to readers in its original true form, as delivered fresh from the inspiration of the artist. No grammatical corrections or edits have been made. Enjoy.

This book is dedicated to my hearts own Orihi Ivori The futuristic Ahmed Razaq Lawal And most of all the beautiful people of planet earth.

To EYDI. ABU. FGCL. LAGOS. USA. UK. CHINA & the IFA tribes of BRAZIL I say thank you.

THE SPERM

SCENE 1 Act one

The sperm; Birth

Narrator; the search for man is still on and while that project hum-hums… Let us seek for golden words and fellowship.

Destiny was around and as usual playing tricks on the twigs surviving off its existence…

The moon hid behind thick dark clouds forming a shroud that made the proud winds bristle with folklore fever. Gathering our kith, kin and in-laws we headed for the buzz-buzz.

We had laughed for hours but now we acted.

Conga Drum Beats

Narrator continues; All preys need prayers. Same for the masters of the earth who conspire to sip the blood of their down trodden. We all need prayers.

Layers of them, some to be said generously even for those that bear weaponry against us.

Everyone listen, while I tell a gory story only dead eyes have ever seen. From where I am standing there is soon to be trouble.

Commandeer a vesicle with me into the flesh world… where all live by blood alone. Let us watch murky drama unleash itself on the unsuspecting."

Lord Pain; {a spiritual force not seen but heard prepares the multitude of a sperm sac [sperms] for a journey through the seminal fluid to fertilize an ovary’s egg. The gist of his speech is not easily discernable. Its intention is woven in a mix of religious hocus pocus with an intent to brainwash".

Lord Pain; from my gaze I see same faces. Calm faces and clamed faces. Faces who don’t know that smiles can easily be afforded. Broken faces, because all they know is pain faces. My kind of faces, when the time comes the alarms shall blare out and it would be the [the sperms] time for sacrifice. Mediators there will be no course for worry ever again. Call it the beginnings of a holy everlasting life. No pain

The consecrated flaccid spear long since dead basically rises to destiny. Upholding and down throbbing in the full glory of the gods. When it is time, the iron blood will stretch it to a gangplank and onward you enter.

It shall soon be birth time.

In sleep lies the secret of the gods. An entire world awaits, fear not mediators. Soon, after the brief darkness introduces you to the new powers of light: you are Alive!.

A heart shall beat your chest with health rather than help like you have now, wimps of a bloodsucker world. A heart shall beat your chest and mothers welcome you from the dead.

That is where paradise awaits. Our planet here is lukewarm only for the meek spirited, it is a trial point for this day; the day of bravery of sacrifice of life.

In paradise, a heart beats in bits and pieces seconds together to form a span of existence recorded in days and nights.

Hon Ludwig follicle; [high factor of the protozoa order addressing the sperms] I hereby dub thee sperm fit to be representation of higher beings go fight for a life embodiment and recreate us here again in your own scrotum.

Everything in life must move within the orchestration of a celestial evolution.

I say unto you new born who think they leave us. You have just begun to join us.

Once the alarms go off, lead the way don’t be lead, go! Go willingly and embody life.

HOOK; Hook and his friend [both sperm heads themselves, aside];

What do you think?

GREEN; about what?

HOOK; This sermon and the celestial voyage to Life

Are we supposed to die for something few have hopes of achieving?

One out of millions!

That’s a terrible survival rating. Do you notice he is not telling what happens to the rest of us who might fail to fertilize the so called holy egg?

We are all dying. All except one of us, one out of a million.

Green; have you checked out the survival ratings? They say we are not even supposed to get too excited least our bodies burn up before the immune forces feast on it… You