Billow hither thither
Soul brother searching knowledge
Where the crust devoid melanin
Comfort I choose to part with thee
For the pains of the poles
Where the “O ngbona” is replaced
With mere vegetables
And some (miserable) meat, I hope
That cannot compare to the Ponmo at “Iya Ila”
The palm wine and “eran igbe” will have to wait
For to hunt game is sin……who says?
How did you even get here brother?
Why won’t you chose to cross the border
Away from the heat of plunders
A society blessed with blunders
Alas, do expect others
For I doubt “they” ll ever bother
Days of dust are not in thy eyes
But what word does a man say
For ‘Tomide Adeoye Ph.D (In view)
En route Lisbon, Portugal.