Tales of Brother Nemo: Prosper Aluu

"How did we get here? I thought.

How did I get so entangled with a lot?

How have I become close to brother Nemo?

Hello!, I call out to him like a fellow

But, who was brother Nemo?

I think you might want to know.

Nemo was my "Never ending mental obsessions"

My awareness of evocative expressions.

At first he caused a lot of confusions

because sometimes there were arbitrary seclusions

between what I felt and what I saw

A relative contrast that left me in awe

With Nemo, I could tell how you feel by observing

But at first, with him the process was unnerving

Like a human trapped in a red box,

My mind was confined within hollow blocks

It seemed crazy like a weirdo in dreadlocks

But it was just part of the beginning's works

I had to wait because I believed in ticking clocks

I tried not to worry by putting my mind in shocks."

- Prosper Aluu

"In the end, Redemption was what mattered

But not just from sin, but evil that scattered

Even the good ones where shattered

And those that were left were martyred

The flower was a symbol of Love and hope

That was what NEMO always told me

Emotionally plain like the robe of a pope

But at least to a certain degree

With these stories I could document the present

So we could reflect on the past's unpleasants

We could look back and save us from ourselves

And take time to clear the dust off our shelves

NEMO wanted me to find Redemption

Not for myself but for my country

I agreed and between us there was accession

And it felt like I was part of an infantry.

I created a crucifix with my hair and a yellow box

And placed him at the center without nail locks

I didn't crucify him, I think I just made mocks

of an actual crucifix, to see if Redemption works."

- Prosper Aluu