His words are more than
music to my ears
They also caress my
heart
His words, spirit and
life
Pleasantly tingling my
ear
My incus, stapes and
malleus
More pleasant than mel
Without any ado,
Sumobi, come near
Let me tell you a story
The story of my loyalty
Once,
The verdict was death and I was guilty
I suffered for the
ancestors Adam
Veiled and deceived I
was
Encircled by dense
opacity
My lips spat profanity
Bound by despair
I followed evil himself
Dead with darkness
I dared not leave
evil’s nest
Or so I thought
I was a jack of this
slave trade
And I was a master of
it
Bent over by its
demands
Completely bound to
evil’s whims
He knew me
I didn’t even know him
How could I see him
with this dark veil over my face?
Black or pitchy, the
colour I knew not
He loved me
Me, an aboriginal
earthnian
Unable to please God
Hostile by evil
He loved me still
He paid evil what I
owed
Completely
Agbanilagbatan
He paid with his blood
and life
He unfettered me
Now I see clearly
Without evils veil
Eyin ju Eledumare
So let me dance with
pizzazz
He exchanged my rags
for golden robe
He has gone to the
throne
He said he has gone to
prepare my place
Streets of gold, gates
of jewels
He is coming again
And here I wait
And I tell you my story
as I wait
Ah! Surulere oh
I will wait for him
Come,
We shall wait
Let us wait
When he comes he will
take us all
Don’t wonder anymore
For the source of my
joie de vivre J’aime ma Roi
And he is also my Rohi
Come; let me show you
to him
He left me with a
companion
The spirit with whom he
is same
Come, come and enjoy
with me
It may be tough but
see,
His grace is enough
His love spurs me on
His love is sweetness
to my belly
Better than honey
Look,
I am like him
He made me like him
Aya Oba
Fit for the king
© Kelechi Chima
March 2014
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