Hope is my only light
Hope is my only light
Out of all gloomy nights
Whatever hope fights
Hope prevails
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Hope is my only light
Out of all gloomy nights
Whatever hope fights
Hope prevails
O: THE ORIGIN OF LIFE
To pronounce this sound,
turn your lips into a circle.
Then push the air
through your lips,
gently,
then forcefully.
The sound comes out in a continuous flow
until you are out of breath:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
That is the sound
Working it out in the studio.
There is an ancient Yoruba poem about Àró, the alien.
Listen, the translation is below the Yoruba original.
Mo gbinlá mi sóko
Mo gbinkàn mi sóko
Ewúrẹ́ Àró fi jẹ;
Àgùtàn Àró fi jẹ
Èmi ò mọ ohun Àró ní mo ṣe.
I planted okra on my farmland
The most wonderful women in the world–Nigerian women–at the Winter Olympics in South Korea.
Smart beyond compare, the beauty of Nigerian women slowly grows on you, though for me, it is always love at first sight.
Like the comb (ÒÒYÀ)moves smoothly through the knotty hair
may you move without wahala through your days.
Ooya comes from yà, meaning to open up.
Hey, world out there
I hunker down here
and hail you, dear friend,
for we now live in the world
of virtual friends
but you can’t hug anymore.
We live in a new world.