The ode of an African Child.

1. The ode of an African Child

I grew up tied in napkins,

That goes through rebirth in Mama's hands,

Unlike y'all that grew through pampers.

The ode of an African child.

Have you ever tried the rocky 'olota'

Or the wicked ' omorogún

Those moments we have to grind and stir

Till the African strength comes into us.

For all have sinned, no doubts

But have you ever repented because of 'Ígbàlé

Seeing the numerous lines laced with pain on your skin

And the dried tears on your face like tribal marks

Have you been beaten like a taffeta cloth.

Or laced with caneful designs like Adire

Come new generations, come bread and butter

Come and listen to my tales and that of the mortar.