11/12/2024
CRIPPLED
Crossing two rivers : wewe mad taba
I, a son of the soil, Omo oko Saki
Ologun that doesn't shun playing,
The one that's not consigned by war, the great Asabari.
Just to see my dreaming beans' weevil that dies with beans
Do I really, before,know her?
We met on my dream during the yam festival
The charming traditional festival, Odun isu.
The one my grandpa told me.
No sooner I got there than I eyed the Angel
One with graceful eyeballs, eleyinju ege
The one velvet fabric waist, onibadi aran
I didn't use one to count two, I advanced her
Like a mid day sun, she smiled.
I quickly transcended myself to one big Igi odan,
The tropical fig tree behind okere palace.
I have not brought out the divination chain, opele ifa
When I notice the coming of isura, a girl with treasure
The beautiful one as gazelle, omodara bi egbon
Walking majestically like Sidi of Soyinka
And I composed my steeze as that Lakunle
In my front she stood live and direct
I'm overwhelmed with her presence
She said: Eyiwopo, the attractive man
To be continued.....
