Gone are the days
when clouds are pregnant
wailing wean child lulls
with Lullaby
days of the primitive
when monument glint like the sun
hours of the benevolent wealth Ajé
where monies whipped the idle
Àwẹ̀ró, with her big halves & breasts
bewitch men and their morsel
days when the juicy fruit in mother’s womb
play with his ball and socket joint
amphibians speed like an athlete
totem, stories of gesture
days of the patriarchy
where monarchs are Monarchs
witty, kola for the elders…
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