ODUDUWA

I

Oduduwa

Thy son grand-mother called me

But sorry, I've never known thee

Let alone proclaim thee

The god called father - our ancestor

Tell me…

How come our land is such a mess?

We no longer fight the invaders

Now we fight our inner-man

Killing her completely

We live like the rich men in hell

How come Awolowo is not yet our president?

The politicians all claim to follow him

But as far as I see; they are jesters

Yet you lie in the grave hoping we'd keep cool

But now our patience lies on the extinct bed

Like the dinosaurs

Even our culture is becoming histories

But you do not care

How could you?

You were like these ‘polithiefians’

II

Where were you when even in our own land

The foreigners held sway and even kill our folks

Yet we bow in adoration

And eat their poos

Our leaders own not a mouth to speak

Let alone the daggers to fight

They were mere men

You were a man

We just could not see

III

They said you were a god

Can you stand the white man's god?

Your statue that we bow to

Have all been taken by his missionaries

Even a white slave now fiddle with thee

Little wonder, their god-Jesus- does a lot of miracles

Oduduwa

The blood passed onto our generation

I hail thee

I wish I could bow to thee

For the beauty of being black you passed on to me

But I'd rather be known as a follower of a white god

Him alone has not failed me

I cannot put my life in the hand of my ancestor

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