Garri,
My strength when I am weak,
The hero of the less.
Even the rich carve for a taste
We savor you with great haste.

Garri
The pride of our hood
In company of the ice
You need no sweetener
Your sourness gives joy.

Garri
My true love
Well fried and dried,
Then complimented with any nuts,
I come to you with my bowl!

Garri
My best friend
With tens of naira
You'd love  a poor man with dignity
Living with him with no shame.


Garri
I have come to bow with my bowl
Bless my cup till it overflow
So that even when I blow,
You and I can still roll.


Title:GARRI.
S. O sther

I believe in Garri
The holy son of Africa
Who was conceived by our toils
Born of the ****** Cassava
Suffered under the grater
Was suffocated in bags, died and buried
He descended into hell
On the third day he arose
And is now seated on the Centre of the frying ***

I belive in Garri
The savior of the lives
The defender of the weak
And the universal mother of all

I miss the place of the rising sun;
For nothing makes my hair stand here.
No one to sing me my very ‘oriki,’
Nor the slightest ‘se dada loji?’

I miss the place of the ‘gangan’ beats;
For no meals shakes my tongue here.
No one to make me ‘efo oni kpomo’ with ‘iru,’
Nor the slightest ‘garri’ of ‘ijebu.’

I miss the place of the ‘aso ofi;’
For no clothes touches my sight here.
No one to tap me that very ‘emu oguro,’
Nor the slightest good-sauced ‘eja odo.’

For if not for the clarion call,
Oh! let ‘egbe’ come take me home,
With the real speed of ‘monomono.’

Oluwatmilehin Adejumobi Alabi