Our 'Agere'




Our ‘Agere’

Traditional epic put on show
With Colourful attires here and there
As we dance in celebration
Of great ‘men-from-heaven’.

Our ancestors has come again
Like they appeared every other year
There rain of blessings we await
For a good omen for the season

“Your soil shall remain fertile”
“Your harvest shall abound”
“Your Animals shall get fatter”
“Your children shall grow stronger”

“Ase, Amin ase oooo”
We shout merrily
Acknowledging their blessings
As they prayed in their quavering celestial voice

Myth dissipating, foreigners say;
But when our success comes to play,
Like the captivity of Zion,
They marvel like a dream

Akinsehinwa Damilola

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