The village is going crazy
The drum rolls, the palm wine craze,
the creepy masked faces
The thrills, the loud noises from the fanfares
The traditionalist all dressed in white apparels
Marching in unison down to the market square
The children, the women and able men screaming their lungs out
All set to mark a conurbation of historical event
My fellow brothers from the West and South
Can you hear the Udi speaking in tongues?
With a voice louder each time Okonkwo's back touches the ground
Can you hear the thunderous claps?
Its rhapsodies so fluent each time Amalinze wields a punch
Can you see the Ayangalu's beating their Gangans?
with so much power you wouldn't hear an iroko fall
Can you see the maidens gracefully swaying their irukeres and beads?
A glorious apparition that'll rent your lips for days
The clouds has shut it doors upon us
The sun is out to roam the street again
And the wind has gone to cuddle in the blanket of sleep for a while
So let's fill our barns from bottom to top
Let's scream pangolo ti pangolo
From junctions to junctions
For today ends it all..
The endless months of torrential rainfall
-Olumide Fayomi
i think I'm falling in luv wit dis site
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Akin Ojo, we appreciate you
ReplyDelete