SENTINEL POETRY (ONLINE) ISSN 1479-425X Magazine Monthly Issue #20 – July 2004 |
Kole Ade-Odutola
Ori-Ade flies to Esa-Oke with the foreign chant and the borrowed sound that bellows like a dane-gun gone G B O S A! Ori-Ade saves the trip to Esa-Oke unhindered where Pall-Bearers let go of a lifeless body Where Mother Earth’s swollen ankle welcomes the sacrificial fathered one that never rests on its hind legs till the teeth that touched its meat, broke its bones, pay the debt owed. (The chant changes and inner voice takes over) At Esa-Oke Arole stays alone. He who dined in unity. The role in the ‘cult of respect’ is rolled out From tongues of history Like Olohun iyo’s welcome mat to the “Not-I-Bird” Words will fire no embers of fear Inspiration for the brave, the slave and all Who crave for truth will lead the war. Forever, father of sweet words will be remembered This December and others to come We pay our respect to a warrior with words Whose gut to the throne of tiny Lords will catch on like wild fire The living remain fixed here at the shore awaiting the return of divine verdict for the ‘water that professes goodness’ and the band of godless miscreants who executed the plot. The fault is theirs who fell Iroko trees The fault is theirs… Bola Ige… in gracious exit Sun Re.
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