ONILU



kporokpotom... Kpom kpom
Are these the drumbeats,
That hounds out threats of cataclysm,
That enchants the winze words,
On my people?
That makes them scurry in darkness?

Onilu , tell us
What the drum enchants.
Wise men tell us what Onilu is saying.
Should we put on our dancing shoes?
Tell us Onilu.

Kporokpotom... Kpom kpom
Are these thunder blast of wars?
Are these the breeze sounds of whirled swords?
Tell us Onilu.
Tell us the mumblings of your beats.

Kporokpotom kpom kpom
Onilu tell us the words of your beat,
Tell us the onion that makes our eyes bleed.
We grope daily.
Our whiskers have been blocked with surfeiting.
Tell us Onilu of the rhythm of your beats.

Tell us Onilu
The lyrics of your beats
That our hearts may see.
Tell us, that the Baba alawo
May concoct his leaves
To heal our wicked minds.

DARAMOLA EBENEZER '17

DARAMOLA EBENEZER IS A STUDENT OF VETERINARY MEDICINE AT THE UNIVERSITY OF IBADAN. HIS DESIRE IS TO GIVE A VOICE TO THE MUTED CRAVINGS OF HIS PEOPLE. 

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