A SPOKEN WORD POETRY PIECE BY SHEILA OJEI.
I spin greatness from yarn
weave your desires into garments of colours
that cast you in the centre of the Universe
I live for this!
The music of the machines…
the intercourse of needle and cloth
climaxing in patterns fit for royalty.
This is how I make sense of struggle.
When the world is a shriveling autumn of dying things
I withdraw into a thread, design a rainbow and find spring
in the satisfied smile of a customer’s eyes
So when they ask me how I do it and why
I tell them “With passion the colour of blood,
and a foundation of support green like possibilities
I do it for clothes the texture of history
the smell of an eternal Heritage
A fabric of joy connecting one generation to the next”