Even the stars and the moon
Don’t shine quiet like you do,
If your heart is a door to hell,
Lákúlé wouldn’t care to get in,
Even Mojèrè(the coke addict)
Prays day and night you become
A bottle of coke,
So he can get addicted to you.
You’re like the touch of the sun
That makes open the chaste leaf in the morning,
Or the milky moon that glows at night
And which makes the crickets crisp of love.
Here I write of your oríkì and play with similes
As your lovely breath fills the breeze…