By Ojo Ifeoluwa D. (Miss Love)

“Biyan ni won n je o

Mee mo o

Boka ni won je o

Mee mo o…”


Turn off the sun and switch off the moon

Permit not the light and allow not the noon

Bring out the candles and assemble the sages

Come together now and sing the song of passage

Let us moan the green weed life cut off so soon

Let us raise the dirge for his soul cut-off it’s root

But why is life mean? Why should it be you?

Why not the withered tree in the forest?


Oh! Permit not the sun to shine

For life itself is dead

Allow not the moon to glow

For what essence is its smile

Let us raise the dirge; let us moan our dead


Bleeding eyes

Shaking voice

Feeble lips

Oh! Moan, moan his departed soul


Young dancer, why dance off the shore?

Mighty swimmer, why swim across the river?

Oh! But why do you depart so soon?

But why? Why? Why? Yomi why?


Yomi tell me who did this to you

Is it the powerful mothers at three junctions

Yomi tell me and let’s appease if that will restore your soul

Or is it the ‘beforehand-writing’, the blind chosen fate?


Let us raise the dirge

Let us moan our dead


Yomi, may your road to eternity be with ease

May you not eat earthworm but what they eat in heaven

May you not eat wambled okro but what they eat in heaven

May your soul find rest and perfect peace


Oh! Permit not the sun to shine

Allow not the moon to smile

Let us light the candles and assemble the sages

Let us sing the song of the rite of passage


“Boba dorun ko sorun re

Majekolo majela

Oun ti won je lode orun ni koma bawon je…”



Dedicated to *Oladimeji Yomi*, a Part one student of the Department of Dramatic Arts, OAU, who died on the 12th of Dec 2016.



About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.