Watch as I dance to the bongo throbbing
Feathered in antique hides and skin
My heart beats rust and steam
Of black clay sprinkled with mustard seeds
The gonging still jirates the celestial beats
I'm unsure to remember the rhythms
But Joys of my heart seemed clean like beaches in ojulegba
But for why I merry, I waited to see
Same stories my father told me about.
Now seem to Kodak like rays of hope
The heritage for a bag of gold,
As one by one the boats were full with kings
as ruins has flipped through all the pages
Smile again, it's hope for you and me.
Cheers!!
