The visitor who knocks at the dark,
Surely shall feast his eyes on broken gourds.
But this mortal ain't an august visitor,
For no one knows how many rivers he crossed.
Hark ! For this is my father's soil,
Let no man throw tantrums at our ways,
As you did during the era of *Okonkwo*,
No one knows you,for our colours are antonyms !
No one knows the lion in the aquatic realm,
What has *Esubiyi* got to do with *Christopher* ?
Your eyes are just like the teal wynn !
How contrasting from ours,the very oculus of *Oduduwa* ?
Adjacent to thou feet,is an harmless stool
Make do with it,for the armchair belongs to true sons
The true concept of alien you're,the reason why odd number exists
This impending eclipse sends a message...
Every man,to his own land.
Every land,for his own man.
Only stray dogs wander by the beehive
For not even a bumbling bee knows *aja ode*..
*©GEMINI.*