Àgbojẹdí
"Agbo ti de!"
He chimes his bowl
Summoning the host
Of unseen souls into doom
"We prevent your illness
But kill the soul;
We are the bitter sweet seller"
Come buy doom!
Come buy Agbojedi!!
"Agbo ti de!"
He needs your soul
Since you worship pleasure
He brings to you this in leisure
To heighten your mystery
In the cool sea of alcohol.
"Jẹdi ni, jẹdi gidi!.(it's gedi, it's the original)
We don't sell hope; we exchange wealth"
Come buy doom!
Come buy Agbojedi!!
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"Agbo ti de!"
He brags again of his clichè
Folklore on how he had fell ten good fellow,
How four sinners became parrot,
How the lost sickness brought change.
Forgotten and lost voices were his claim
"Jẹdi that can transform:
It relieves faster than other herbs,
I promise, i'll kill and delight your death"
Come buy doom!
Come buy Agbojedi!!
By Taiwo Ayeni
©2022
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