Ibadan
Ibadan,
The shape of your
body men lust after
Like the galloping
derriere of a woman
In her loveliest
but meanest prime
Ibadan,
Like birds, demons
of dust and rust
Descend upon your
boundless roofs
To tell tales of
your ancientness
To the saints of
your historicity
Ibadan,
The marks on your bony
cheeks
Are as permanent as
your fame
Transcending the
invasion of your lands,
Enslavement of
slavery across coastal lines
Ibadan,
Your words are
naturally humorous
Creating a peculiar
mess in the ears
Of your detractors
who are ignorant
Of The Penkelemes Years…
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