Shakara
Shoulders enthusiastic like they would make three
Ige's curved spine reminds me of branches of our fruitless palm tree
He even says his biceps can bring a thousand down
Yet he got defaced by the village's clown
As Chief Jaiyeola rolls his agbada like it's an order not to flout
The balls of snag flows down his face pronounce bout
He claims his new bracelet is a nouveau designer
And yet he has bills stacked on the counter
Abike spins her waist like it's a ball
Her mask she said will make men fall
Her lopsided gait makes me wanna flex the muscles of my jaw
But when I recall she married a dwarf, it makes me bawl
Master Onileimo says he is also an expert in sculpture
My little niece said she saw him learning how to design structures
He even tried to repair the transformer in the town's entrance
And yet none of his students passed the common entrance
Only if Chief Jaiyeola knew the wonder in modesty
And Abike was a bit gentle with her snobbery
Master wouldn't be a failure with the understanding
That shakara oloje ni
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