GODS OF LAGOS

The gods of Lagos have met
To each, their share of minced meat and crimson Roast, with a bit of char was preferred Otedola's god; the burgus A few, dipped in herb marinade More sacrifice awaits Those still counted, rejoice For they and their shackles are spared, yet

OJUELEGBA

The gods of Ojuelegba shall

Be appeased yearly

Mangled meat and crimson

Left at crossroads will do

Woe betides you, there, under

Where gatekeeper squeeze nostrils

Till the stench leaves at sunset

Make peace always

For picks are random

You may be next!

IBADAN

Ibadan
The rust-red lake
Rivers snake around its banks
Scrap, debris, produce all hauled
With the pains of men
Ibadan
Where the sage erupts
He runs every year
And Akala fished in aplomb here
Then drowned at velvet's shores
And belched
From the choke of his blood