Cash Onadele Biography

Rising early this morning, I half perched on the aged Iroko,
Looked up at the sky, even read the day’s weather, then relieved my bladder.
Wondering further on to the river, “would it rain or not? ”.
Interrupted by feathered rooster calls, I stopped thence, to resume my daily ablution.
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I.
Tranquil outlook of the distant green undulating landscape,
Implacable yellow flowers dotingly caress the hills far away,
Branches sacredly flown, veils of the broad sweetness,
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I.
From the tower top, I see your tail lit the tortious wick of hate,
Extinguishing innocent others in clear daylight,
Why do you hide your bile now; in shameful disgust?
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Despite my state of mind, sometimes I think of the wonders of nature,
How it settles the terrible pains I bear in my sides,
Dyes of the clouds, across the dome; color shades and depth unimagined,
Its awesome reassurance, when the gentle breeze of wind greets,
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(a gift to a friend, passing through)
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When I have given all of me, my body quakes,
What else can I do; if I make mistakes?
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