Rivers of Life
Folks are flowing waters:
We fail to connect upstream,
Downstream we shall meet
Tomorrow you may seek
Those you help now
Later may lift you up
People are flowing streams
Running down to the sea.
***Photo shows the painting I completed today.
Captive No More (Part VI)
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Tanto, my grandfather’s dog
was busy harassing a lizard
when he caught the scent
of strange bodies.
He did not hear them
and he did not see them
but he could smell them
within fifty yards from him.
OLÓDÙMARÈ is what I have written here, using the Yoruba alphabet that I just designed. It…
The simplest thing, as ordinary as just inhaling and exhaling, is an amazing feat of enjoyment.
When you can inhale and exhale, just enjoy it because it’s priceless.
In a nation of thieves
the innocent
is a criminal.
Ha ha ha ha.
Don’t quote me o!
To the Yoruba Nation
There is a new vision
It is from Odu Irosun
And it advocates the IYEYE plant
Now listen:
We are now near the top of the Gbadi Hill
It is the tallest hill in the universe
So tall, its head is a pointed triangle.
Now the citizens of Iperi were hungry
They cried out from hunger and unhappiness
They were in pain for homelessness
They needed a savior
Who will protect the people of Iperi
A young stranger will shelter the people of Iperi
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: Orò Ilé
Medium: terracotta
Date: 2010