Poetry

OLAKA’YE (II) By Ogunyomi Israel Abidemi

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Smithy, sing the praises of

The gory god, who spangles

His wrists with metallic bands…

 

The earliest blacksmith, patron

Of drivers, hunters and all who

Through metals, feed the mouth.

 

Steel, yet the catcher loses

A grip of his frightening feet.

 

Willow, keep aglow the embers

Of the Iron one: the monolithic

Measure to counter-charm the

Bloody bid of his thirsty throat.

 

When he goes out to hunt the earth,

Never will he return without

Tasting blood. Offspring of

Recalcitrance, hear my words:

Never will he return without

Tasting blood!

 

Olaka’ye,

When you hum as a Bee,

Remember not to sting my skin;

When you roar as a Tiger,

Do not, I pray touch my mother’s Goats.

 

Noon, concubine of the metallic man

Whose abode rests at the foot-hill

Of Ire, how will this blunt

Black moor make his next move?

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo