Mushin Ajina
Bojiojimi
Eruobodo, ogongo baba eiye
Ofigbogbo ara shogun bi olosha
Gidigbalo dawa omowipe ebi npa omo enikankan
Iluola ti ki nsekan labo afi kobuyari
Iluoola baba Dimeji
Eniyan ogoro nwo e goro
Awon dobodi yes ma poshe
Woni otigun igi re koja ewe
Igba ti ba edun nile odi obo
Igba ti ba enle odi irawe
Agba de okuro lewe
Won omowipe aiye ominira lonje
Olaju totun lala
Odiju otun riran
Mawominiran baba Fatai
Ewo ketona
Ena ketora
Enibitin to fowo ola gbaniloju
Arinja lojawa
Ago, ago lona ni ti jalo
Malu ja odi bolo oya mi
Ashoromo
Ashorowo
Ashorokan
Ajagungbade
Fibeyenle jo!
{Mushin one of the flashpoint in Lagos Nigeria is the place i was born, full of miscreants and hoodlums who are ready to foment trouble. The language is Yoruba language of West Africa and spoken in the West indies and Brazil}
Blonde fury, vixen of conceit,
in the midst of filth, you
played house. Acting out
a glamourous life filled
with ribbons and lace.
Every day was your adventure,
everyone, your admirers.
We watched you ride horses
through the verdant hills as
if it were your own parade.
Boys were in awe of you;
girls were curious with envy.
The tales you spun were
long and shiny, like the
hair you brushed obsessively.
Did you leave the forest behind?
Or did you take my pink room
and make it your own?
It's my fifteenth birthday
and I don't really care
because I have everything I need
my family, food, and air.
No more birthdays
will ever be the same
as the first through the thirteenth
when my dad said my name.
I know I have to move on
but it's harder than you think
my mom and dad was my everything
and half of it has sank.
He can't walk me down the isle
like fathers normal do
he can't spoil his grand kid
like he wanted to.
He can't be there for me
when I need to talk
he always made me laugh
and sometimes gave me shock.
I haven't laughed in a while
like I did with him
he'd always do something funny
just to watch me grin.
I dream about him all the time
but it's just not the same
as having him with me
and calling me by my middle name.
He won't be there to watch me
drive my first car
to tell be to buckle up
and to check out each tire.
but everywhere I go
he'll be by my side
invisible or not
he will help my life glide by.
-Lona Roark
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