I’M
I’M
I’M Digboluja, the son of Ogungbemi
I have the whole cosmos of Ayeduntan at hand.
I’m the flawless lion that pant for my prey
Under my ace they bow
Alas! Not because of anything
but my anger burns like that of Ògúnlákaaye
That is berserk.
Forbearance is out of the way
Anger rage violently like the agitated sea
Along, with my submissive swords
One drenches with the blood of both innocent and guilty
Other one bow to my cut in thick Forest to path my path.
At seventies
I’m now half
I was
I was the man with enough strength
In my coming then,in that thick forest
The enigmas run for their lives
Not whole me again
My strength withered way
Like leaves on the ìrókò tree
The nature cheated me
About to have a way to cross the bar.
But my healer has made a way with the use of the Knife of World
No!
The iron made have been working for me submissively
No!
I can’t be before it
Bewildered.
In short of time
The cock crows behind the son of a Man
Erin wó
Àjànàkú sún
Dìgbòlùjà the son of Ògúngbèmí is gone.
