Adedibu
a terror lived in Ibadan
with a sway, gliding...
along molete-agodi steeply terrain
with a deathful claw to hold
a state groans at a wicked glance.
Fianaly,
the dryness of an ageless fish
crumbled into the fire-filled pot;
maggot meal and an ash-lot.
a wind trail your path
so vengeful and repaying...
meet thy garrison men at the heavens cross road
and may you find your ways
among the damned and cast-outs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem