……………….By Saint Tayo
Nothing stops the rushing sun
Of the human trail
As they move
On the surface of our destiny
Igniting the sounds of time
On the platform
Of bargaining for the conscience
Of our kinsmen
In the curse of their prime
Oja Dugbe
Does not know
That you did not surface
On her soil
If you refuse my knowledge
Other people will dance
To the tune of my deceit
