Olatunde Chidera Obafemi
The Ogogoro Song - Poem by Olatunde Chidera Obafemi
For every song sung is this memory memorized, unconsciously
And the words that stream through the unholy liquor filled lips are no more as prophetic
as the constant drums that beats, that I hear in dreams and same imagined nightmares
The rhythm is tough or the song is induce with so much of seduction that I sleep with every syllable; spoken or unspoken
And for this blessed words with my ogogoro bottle almost empty
And for these our club songs that seem sweetest when out of vibe and rhyme
And these words that propel the blasphemous waists dance of these hot blooded maidens
And for my ogogoro that clears the throat to sing again
For every song sung under the three trees of the village
My wise friend raises his house above the foundation he commissioned before my sixteenth daughter was born.
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