OGBANJE                        

Again you have come

crying into this world

like you were forced to come

but we see your charred toes

and the marks on your cheeks

tell tales

that you have severally been here

Why wouldnt you let mama's womb be?

she cried for you to stay

but you turn deaf ears to her pleas

Your short life

is a spell of sorrow

Mother runs helter skelter

when you start your fits

and your cries

she begs the dibia

so many sacrificies he prescribes

but away you still go

joining your brethren in their kingdom

You cause us great confusion

in this labyrinth of your life

come and go no more

Go and come no more

so mother's womb

can boast of other children