ÀKÉJÙ​



She was conceived  and born  With golden spoon
Pampered  with  the word  of possibilities
See the prodigal  daughter  born in a blind moonlight.


Her proudness  runs through  her like a single strand through  a fabric
I can be her rival as day passes by
Yet, she  has nothing  to show the world
A blind Àkéjù with no walking stick.


Pitiful  voice of the world fills her deaf listening ears
Yet, she  believes  in imagination far beyond reality
Àgídìgbo drums fill her deafening ears
Nevertheless her maturity  is behind  wisdom.


She looks at herself with a softening and loving smile
The world  looks with pitiable voice
She  use the èwà(beans) to call the ìwà(character).


Let's leave the  walking Blind  Àkéjù
with no stick to her destructive part.



`` ​​​Egbelade onifade​​​ ```
​@Dancing pen​


Egbelade Onifade is an African Traditionalist Practitioner and a Yoruba student of Obafemi Awolowo University, ile ife.

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