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!

I'M HOLDING UP FOR LOVE

Love, where's your fire?
I've been sat here smoking away
With thorns, fronds and tulips
Making signals, for my need is dire
Still, there's no sign of a flame

Imposters have walked this way
Dripping with offerings, irresistible
Should I hold out for you?
That inferno you talked about,
When does the panorama light up?

That inferno that burns to the bones,
Come wrought me thorough
Rough edges to gloss, mend my tears
Throw me a lifeline, breathe in me
I'll hold my heart up to you