THE STRONG MAN FALL By Omisore (Egbelade Onifade)



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


The iron made  have been working  for me submissively


I can’t  be before  it



In short of time

The cock crows behind the son of a Man

Erin wó

Àjànàkú sún

Dìgbòlùjà the son of  Ògúngbèmí is gone.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo