The mighty season
Breeds discipline in happy
Feelings.
Afro beats is a
String and
Ring of many
Rhythm,
His issues rotate
With the seasons,
Every day as Africans
Seems busy.
Fela's still singing
As mosquitoes
Meet his victim,
His words are still
Living,
I wonder how he
Understands
Solid from liquid,
All he wanted are
Good evenings
To suit beginning of
Infants sweet dreams.
The principal was never
Seeing,
Neither did he believe
On Fela's reasoning.
His topics are tropic
Non came as gossips,
On the stage of
Broadway
With Femi and Yeni,
Only was He entertaining,
The age of dark's flame
And fame,
Seun has joined the
Race,
Felabrate lovers of
Afro taste.
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