Iseyin

Aranmo laso Iseyin ni ohunso Aso ti aro olowo faramo olowo Iseyin of harried hills and skyscaping rocks of humming hurricane and haughty harmattan of succulent virgins and tasty lasses of fearless fighters and valiant warriors whose pock-marked faces tell tales of changing seasons and fading ethos Iseyin oro your looms weave history of a thousand wars and countless strifes: a kaleidoscope of sweat and blood of bellowing ewiri and clanging steel that power rippling biceps on virgin plots and drape distant hills with a curtain of lush green of rippening grain and swollen roots that taunt and fatten western mind Iseyin ebedi moko where conscripted corps rouse sleepy road mouthing patriotic choruses with con-fidence under the shun or in the st-rain of howling bigles and snarling commandants between rationed meals and bedless sheets educated urchins recarve stunted dreams and swap affections under the blessing of a passionate moon; culred in a fraternity of lust Iseyin at sunset a million pestles beat doughy rhythm to the drum of seasonless soup and fumes of fermented wine At night shakabula cast eerie silhouette of compromising customs and daring smugglers every hut,a garage every house ,a warehouse every trail,an artery for the systemic draining of a giang dwarf Iseyin oh Iseyin so benign your sonorous throat spurn loric tales of crushing contradictions and mesmerising oddities