Ògùn Owó Poem by Azeezat Saminu (Ariyike Akewi)

On my journey
To make money
Searching along the coast
Where such happens the most.

There I met a friend
An old old friend
Who knew all till the end
Just like Methusela's blend.

It was the first day of May
So he decided to show me his way
Off we went ~~~~~~~ ko ko ko
On the door of Bàbá Owónikókó.

Bàbá Owónikókó was dressed in rags
And his room, filled to the brim with bags
Bags which contained charms
To make money, and to cause harms.

Then the mysterious question fell
Why does Bàbá Owónikókó not have money?
At once, I bade my friend farewell
And that marked the end of our dirty journey.