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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I do not know what happened before I became a singer, yet Agbozo says we are where we all belong on this earth they say the dog does not birth a child in public, to whom should I give my song in this hot noonday when some say I should cover my face with my hands that good things of this world some have it others don’t that is why Agbayiza tells the wayfarers we are at where we all belong on this earth yesterday, I carried my sorrows on my shoulders like a net but I met an evil god on the sea at Azizanu so I came home with my sorrows on my shoulders and told the people in the town that the sea was bad Agbayiza, listen to me, in the middle of my speech all mad dogs of Agbogbloshie chased me to Ghostland The royal palm says he does not talk in vain it is the whirlwind that provoked him what made bats to hide in eaves and come out at night is known only to the Creator God and not us Kofiloto, lets cry together, I’m a pilgrim of sorrow tossed in this wide world with nobody to hear me they say what happened to you yesterday and your wives run away to marry strangers has become the flood waters ravaging my farmstead and now people want the son of the eagle to turn a beggar in the market square Why is Afitor and her people bellowing, yearling fuming like a hippo, like a voice of thunder angry like a smallpox god terrorizing people in every stead, in every market square maybe I’m like a swallow imprisoned in the rafters of the rich and they want to kill it and throw it onto the dunghill but Agbozo, when the sea dries can’t you walk home or when the market is closed don’t the sellers go home it's always the useless dancer who blames the drummers Akpalu once said, he lives his life in an anthill That termites are his next door neighbors Should anyone wish to love him that person should know He is not alone, he lives with termites in his anthill You said this tree is barren; it has no shade for your tired self Why then are you wailing that it denied you comfort in the sun Or maybe the wailing is for your regrets It was Kamasa who said he wished the diviner could tell him why one mother gave birth to four children one is A?uefunawo, another is Gb?gbl?bu, one is Deafeamekp? and the other is Enuemekpe N?vinyewo, we are where we all belong on this earth when they birth me the priest did not know I’ll survive so you too is surprised I didn’t turn a beggar at the market square
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