Our 'Agere'
Traditional epic put on show
With Colorful attires here and there
As we dance in celebration
Of great ‘men-from-heaven’.
Our ancestors has come again
Like they appeared every other year
There rain of blessings we await
For a good omen for the season
“Your soil shall remain fertile”
“Your harvest shall abound”
“Your Animals shall get fatter”
“Your children shall grow stronger”
“Ase, Amin ase oooo”
We shout merrily
Acknowledging their blessings
As they prayed in their quavering celestial voice
Myth dissipating, foreigners say;
But when our success comes to play,
Like the captivity of Zion,
They marvel like a dream
Copyright © Akinsehinwa Damilola | Year Posted 2015
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