Musical Love

Musical love Our love forged on the Mount Fuji Dining, wining and dancing to the beats of Garbage Fuji Many times shot were we with the film Fuji… We sit crooning to the songs of apala Where the drummer frenziedly beats the apala Our dance steps perfect to the beat weren’t palapala… And we also saw the need to sing our own juju Stringing beats of love, people wondered we used juju Young, old danced, fell in love – unscared of the ojuju… We are not musically like Fela But our love for good makes us Fela We are nothing but jolly good fellas Who will gleefully dance like Rockefellers… The power of love will make you sufe Like the days when our parents danced taka-sufe And we near-nakedly played, hopped in turns at suwe And innocently called all Hausas Sule… I won’t leave you beloved – hence this waka The song of mothers birthed from love, sang despite shouts of waka! From neighbours, far and near, as they rock us to sleep – shaking their baka To their own sonorous voices, with no instrument – unlike the commercial waka! © YTC… ‘019