Orchestrating the forest medleys
As he consumes the dusty road
In order to wage a war of iron and sweat against the Earth
The evening soon greeted him with a pale voice
Whilst his intestines murmured like the Victoria Falls
He sits, then stands, then sits again
Wearily besides the king of all woods Several seconds soon overtook minutes
As hour panted to its finish line
He then rose to shoulder his metallic warlords
And bid his cocoa farm goodbye
But while he slowly hurried home thinking about Asake
His stomach only grumbled about its reunion!!
With the rumbling music akin to discordant Goje sounds
Minstrel-like, Ali's insides grumble to the tune of hunger
The hours spent at the tanning pits
Have shorn the hide of a calm face
Revealing the texture of pain within
As the air with "dawa-dawa" scent thickens
"Walahi!" Ali cries as he gathers the folds of his "Jalabia"
""For a bowl of "Fura", I would give my right hand
And for a bowl of "shinkafa" I would give my left""
Thoughts of "Masa" and "Danwake" consume his mind
But this joie de vivre is soon cut short
As the phantom deliciousness of "Awara" jerks him to reality
Kai! That hunger's "Kakaki" should torture a man so.
Yah Allah!! May we never go hungry!!
Olumide and Niran
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