Eweku Ewele

Eweku Ewele Chants of the vines and trees The parody of the old Oluigbo pleases at its rhythm. Eweku Ewele Poachers of the wilds Toes to toes they dance to miles 'erin karele o wa Joba'. Eweku Ewele Two sides of a prancing coin Weary to the merry mind Merry to the weary wise. Eweku Ewele Blackest dungeon of emotion The words, they profess The substance, they retent. Eweku Ewele Glass to glass, the fists are tight Dashing smiles, staring knives Stamping foots, leaping hearts. Eweku Ewele Dwellers of the yard of 'imoran' They pat and push. When the pushed sees no path "Eweku Ewele", the bell chimes.