In a sick relief I guess
Would I sit back and watch it all?
A pointed stick that would pierce one’s eyes
Is to be avoided while it is still far.
I tell you, watch out for the blind eyes
That will pursue the pregnant woman of Ado
To search for bringer of Aje
And wander for killers of wants
Under the big ball of fire.
What of these blind eyes
Tell Ijapa and Yannibo to run for their lives
Because the mighty elephant has risen
From the pit concealed with mats and leaves.
Do not tell me to keep quiet
When I see these eyes run away
With Eleshin Oba far away miles
Only to whistle into the ears of silent nights.
Why not let me shut their mouths?
They will chase out our voices
Which is no near vernacular
Our voices will not be toned within the formal walls
And under our thatched roofs
Haste, and nothing more is needed
To align with our rags,
For blind eyes do not wear rags
The pearls that will be hated with scorn.
O Villain! I shall come to your table
To spill that which run your stomach
When you sway your heads and hips
To the tune of rigid concerto.
I tell you, because the man who marries a new wife,
Forgets the long serving wife
Of his yesteryear.
I am swallowed but this spontaneous, I feel guilty in this mystic ambiance.
Great work bro
Put more effort bro.This is a great work indeed.May Allah continue to shower you his Mercy.Aameen