I am an oracle among the writers alike 

And before you say I am elevating myself above my peers

Wait, lemme finish.

Because you'll not leave a child with a beautiful waist and put a bead on another person's child's waist. There's a reason the child has a beautiful waist

There's a reason certain responsibility is given to a certain person 

So, I am an oracle.

With my ink, I predict the future. The outcome and consequences of every action, decision, I already know.

The doom and boom ahead is on the ball of my pen.

As I roll from one line to another, tomorrow's problems are revealed and solutions are proffered.

I look at the present, through observation, reflection, imagination and already see the shape of the future.

I write about things you overlooked. 

I don't claim to know everything but I know many things. 

Sometimes, I can be so cruel, lashing out the cane of words to the crooks.

With my paragraphs, the ones who stay in the dark and shoot catapults into the light are in soup. 

I have no pity for those who stood in the dark and fought those who seek to illuminate it.

My writing is not a mere decoration on paper, but a confrontation.

A deterrent to the wicked 

A mirror to the guilty 

A voice to those who their voices have been buried beneath societal noise

My letters are woven to give justice to the deprived.

To expose the shenanigans of those in power, the Nebuchadnezzars of our time, who build their kingdoms on the back of the people and mistake their positions for immortality.

My ink is the òpèlè that reveals the truth where lies have reigned.

And as long as there is injustice to confront, truth to uncover, and a future to warn us about, my pen will not be silent.

I am an ORACLE 

Who are you?