Uwhan! Uwhan! Uwhan!
Omotitun is here.
a visitor to the world;
sprouting out of womb,
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Hmm...Akungba igbeyin,
the season in the sun,
when the time stops the fun,
Our bellies face tne burn,
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I am a wood seller,
with my knickers of myth, I move my planter,
gold-mine I dont have,
though every morning, I starve,
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In my sleep,
I dream nothing
But the shining angelic her.
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The sacred home of all birds,
Where the eagle fly higher in length,
The parrot gives out its all round poke-
nosing news around the fainting world;
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Love has opened its gate,
Hearts searching for hearts,
The tune of the day is high,
As lovers festive their best moments,
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Are they rhyme?
The fingers are carved,
Carved in free verse,
Each arm, with five stanzas,
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Oh! confusion is upon us,
Hawk came to our land,
singing and talking like poultry,
chicken-hearted hen roaming,
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With the shining sun,
And the twinkling stars,
I swear to shield you at war,
And pledge to sail for you;
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