The Erred Crown Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

The king himself - he shall go.
Your highness, you shall go
You'll leave behind all royalties
Without a guard, without your crown,
You shall go bearing the sacrifices
Of the blood of seven she-goats
Blended with blood of nine he-goats,
Mixed with measurable quantity of palm oil,
In it, a thousand and one cowries
In it, seven royal beads
In it, seven sons of Alligator's pepper
In it, nine stones of Ela-Abata
In it, two pieces of Akoko leaves.
You shall go without a companion
Your highness, you shall go naked
B'cause with your nakedness, you annoy'd the
gods
You shall set at the dawn of a market day
Through the market you shall go
To the path of Okiti-Ogan
You shall sing to Alara and Ajero
What you have done to the gods.
You shall walk for three days
You shall toil for three nights
Over the mountains of Olukokomojogbo
There shall you place the sacrifices
And return through the market place
On another market day
Back to your throne.