There’s always a junction Where remnants of the night’s sacrifice Welcome fast the morning traffic And there a voice calls from the road The wail of a lunatic messenger Crying out his morning dispatch: “Cursed are your politics Who stray from Obatala Lord of mankind and all man’s nature “Cursed are your vehicles You who … Continue reading
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SATURDAY NIGHT ON VICTORIA ISLAND | Some Lines by Ayo Sogunro
The glitz of the City is a lump in my throat The lights that I dream, the way that I tote. The sparkling lagoon, a mirror of the sky The perfumed interior of the car on the fly. Here lies the pleasure of the springy Palms The beauty of shopping malls, the eager eye calms. … Continue reading
SheCrownLita |A Melody by Ayo Sogunro
“…her steps were light, but her arm was strong” There’s always a party at the jazz end of town In the mix of the night is a flow of tie and gown But the parties never spike until the entry of the crown Then the silken voices cheer in one clear refrain: “Liiita! Liiita! SheCrownLita!” … Continue reading
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