What Do You Hear- Oogun, Ogun, Ologun? Poem by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka

In strange ways my tongue wags,
they say.
It utters words familiar
wrapped
in sounds unfamiliar.
The tongue of my motherland
in an alien land.

Oogun, ogun, ologun
medicine, war, warrior.
Words playing like an instrument
stringed.
What tricks your ears
and makes you wag your tail?

I speak in a funny way
my friends foreign, say.
My voice, a banjo,
in the hands of the maestro
magnificent.
To the listener's ears, what assaults
he plays.

Oogun, ogun, ologun
What tricks your ears
and makes you jump up and down
to the music of the magnificent
maestro like a
marionette?