Canopy walkway at
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Reply to "A letter from a mùmú to a mùmú by folarin kolawole".
by Femi Osewa
I read the note 'A letter from a mùmú to a mùmú' by folarin kolawole', fell in love with it and decided to play Àṣàké. Below is Àṣàké response:
Àlabí mi ὸwón, amólára Okònrin, Bòbó mí àtàtà, ọkàn mí n fà sí ẹ.
Àlabí, I want to tell you about the kábíyèsí’s son. His name is ‘Làjà- Adélàjà. He saw me at the village square during the ọdún Obì. He promised to marry me
Àlabí, you know I am your mùmú. You know I will die for you. Sùgbón, ‘Làjà is buying me àdìrẹ and ìlẹkẹ. Every day. My pupils call me “Olorì ‘lóla”
Àlabí I want to be Olorì o.
Jòwó f’èsì sí ìwé mi yí.
Àṣàké, tí ẹ ní tòótó.
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I know by the time you hit the end of this post you’ll definitely say this Kenyan girl has gone “kolo” but I can’t help it. I just love Nigerians and the most shocking part of it is that every time I think of them I think about their food – hot and spicy and [...]
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Nigeria Beware
by Tosin Gbogi
Now the sun has calmed his angry face
Scorched to death his eyebrow
Darkness on the prow-
l, dances down from the space
The fricatives of doom
Uttered between the syllables of tears
And the affricates of boom
Forced from the breath of fears
Boom boom
Doom doom
Boom doom
Doom boom
Dead- every hum
Left- only the labials of loom
Banished to the grave
Remember? Oba Alakatakiti Kibonkibon
That weakly strong knave
For the one-week trip to Legon
No
We didn't try
No
Didn't try to cry
No whimper
Just gossips with a whisper
The Emperor in the incubator
Kept alive by a generator
Greed as an executor
Soon banishes him to the incenerator
The rascally goat
Who forgets the name of death- APANISIMOGBE
Soon becomes the dinner of vultures
Nigeria, beware!