Poetry| Ọ̀KẸ̀RẸ́ G'ÓRÍ ÌRÓKÒ... | By Dr. Sàngódáre Àyìnlá
Àkànbí, dance like the small snail!
Path to victory, like
the red road to freedom...
splinters of bottles!
heavy load of horns
with an image of lion's head
the length of an ìrókò
is a boulevard of terror
when the beast of road
roars like a lion,
how many hearts dare wait?
it's only the tough griot
that chants
when the rhythm of music goes cryptic
triumph is a twin brother of shellacking...
one,
slim...
the other,
fat!
Don't you know that:
(Ayọ̀ a bí ara tí!ntín!)?
victory is an idiom of the hunter's win
at the twilight... Ships of victory
do not sink at the instance
of the tempest of gremlins
Usman Ọládiípò Àkànbí,
your victory is the proverb of ọ̀kẹ̀rẹ́
who climbs the high ìrókò tree
and shames the foes!
Àkànbí, wield your victory wand!
001 of ANA,
you perch on the roof:
your ears grasp every word!
- Dr. Sàngódáre Àyìnlá is a member of ANA and Information Officer with the Kwara State Ministry of Communications.
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