“Kii san f’eesan,
kii wo f’eewo.
Omori odo kii r’idi joko
Isu Egbodo kii dun!
Atare kii r’oju s’ore oju
Epo egusi kii s’ore ile
Ijokijo n’ijo Asinwin
Ayokayo n’ti Dindinrin
Ota ilu yi ko ni r’oju jiyan Ale!” -Psaalmu Awon Irunmole, Ori Keje.
“It’s never well with
the hairy filaments of the kernel,
and taboos are never palatable.
The pestle is forever unbalanced
on its own comfort.
The Egbodo yam is forever bitter!
The jalapeño won’t agree
to a friendship
with the eyes; in the same manner
the husks of the melon seed
aren’t ornamental objects.
The dance-moves of the most Insane
is forever without rhythm;
and for no rationality
‘s the exuberance of the
imbecilic mind.” -The Irunmole Psalms. Psalm 7.
All disturbing the peace and goodwill
of this nation shall lack the peace
needed to enjoy dinner, perhaps lunch or even breakfast sef!
***These lines are clearly not for everyone. Dedicated to those hell-bent on seeing this Nation fail or its leaders stumble and fall, so they can thump up their chests in the market place and say: “DIDN’T WE SAY SO?!”**
