Mama, you belong, now, to the ages,
"Dada awuru ya'le ya'gi oko, baba mi!"
I remember you'd fondly call me,
Rest on, Mama; We love you.

In the midst of dry afternoon sun,
Flies hung wantonly on soiled tables,
beer bottles, confused waiting in open pubs
Loud smoke, vagrant noise everywhere

Kekenapeps in broken parts,
Young men, women fight
Their kids eat, communing with flies
masons mans hat,
gba men's cars
The streets littered with wealthy technocrats
Visible twirling smoke, blackened noise everywhere

In the midst of dry afternoon sun vagrant noise, black smoke from here and there, gba men make cool cash wearing basket hats, wife fight her husband, their kids communing with flies,
I and boma sat calmly in a bar.


by IWO O.EDWIN

Akingbade Ajasa
Okunrin merin oko Asabi
Omo kan sho sho Ajanaku
Omo omo Esugbade ilu dogun
You're a man greater than the gods

Akingbadesujoba you have dine with evil
Bi Akin pe oku ni popo, alaye a fohun
You'd rule the earth, let God hold his throne in heaven, your judgment is a man's last day.

Akin gbade odi oba
Akin wo igba ileke o joye
Akin wo lu o gba iyi
Akin se ti aiye odi oko oso, odi oko aje

Akin rola o gbagbe ewo
Akin roye o gbagbe iku
Akin robinrin gbagbe odale
Akin riyi o gbabge eledua to ni ayie lowo
The doom of a great man just begin