Ejire Okin Poem by Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer

Èjìrẹ́ Ọ̀kín,
The native of Ìsokùn.
Kùtùkùtù the early morning priest,
Kanrínkanrín the bright afternoon priest,
You are the Sun that lights up the sky,
When Birimùbirimù the late night priest
Rises up and plunges the earth into darkness,
And gives a hope to a hopeless world.

Who should I favour?
I favour the two together.
A pigeon is neither male nor female,
A monkey is neither elder nor younger,
They resemble each other,
Without contradicting each other.
I will never favour one over the other,
I favour the two together.

There is a song in my heart,
A song as beautiful as you are.
There is a colour in my eyes,
Brown like your beautiful African skin.
There is a scent in my nostrils,
Like the essence and aroma that are uniquely yours.
Stride elegantly across my eyes,
And let two not one be my first.

Your smile is a picture of rainbow,
Captured digitally on a cloudy sky.
Your voice is a memory of secret promises,
Cherished and kept unravelled till the end of times.
On your lips there is tenderness,
Like the bosoms of a pregnant woman.
A wind caressing a wave,
A cacophony of surreal and awesome beauty.

Who favours one who favours two?
I favour Èjìrẹ́ Ọ̀kín the mystery of ancient times.
We can set the world on fire Èjìrẹ́ Ọ̀kín,
With the golden flame on your face,
The oval of cloudless climes and starry skies,
Countless shades of natural elegance,
Magically merged in a single natural sculpture,
A sculpture radiating the awesomeness of God the creator.

Maybe I am crazy for writing this,
Or maybe my muse is high on something.
Perhaps it is the influence of this silent night,
Or the titillating scents of the hibiscus.
Maybe we are both in one La-La land,
Where your beauty is the only real element.
But here I have paid my homage as you requested,
Èjìrẹ́ Ọ̀kín the bringer of immeasurable wealth.