Ogogoro Poem by Warri Stanley

"Ogogoro"

Waving to the bushes,
Digging the earth with toes,
Walking like wave of the sea,
And to lay beds on gutters.

Ogogoro biko, ogoro mi gwo.
Chorus of night worshippers,
Stomachs are filled with praises,
Praises in the realm of another spirit.

Okika have no mercy for worshippers,
He beat and rub them on the ground.

Those that did vigil all night long,
That put their wives on lonely beds.
In the morning they come home barking,
And some others comes wasting the day.

You exalt men very high in a moment,
In another, you will rub them on dust,
And make men like no family,
When the women have asked,
You squeeze your face to take it in,
How come you derive your best pleasure?

Ogoro will never cease to flow,
Kaikai, are you what to worship this night?
Because your men are already at the rendezvous,
Checking out the list of today's worship,
Mc Dowell, hennesy, martell and jack is there,
They are there to collect their offerings and tithes,
They are all sons and daughters of ogogoro.

-WARRI STANLEY