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Taiwo Oluwarotimi Adefulu: Two Poems

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The Ancient drum

When the anceint drum is beaten
Gba gudu gba gudu
The evil spirit dance for the taste of blood
Gba gudu gba gudu
When the lost can’t dance to it
Gba gudu gba gudu
Only the son of the soil knows the rhythm
Gba gudu gba gudu

The sound increase in rhythm
Gba gudu gba gudu
Enticing the blood of the strangers
Gba gudu gba gudu
The lost began to move their body to the
Rhythm of the drum
Gba gudu gba gudu
The spirit rejoice in comfort
Gba gudu gba gudu
It is not meant for the strangers to dance
To it, it is for the son of the soil
Gba gudu gba gudu

The Anceint drum
Gba gudu gba gudu
Who is fed by the blood of the strangers
Gba gudu gba gudu
When the drummer is overwhelmed by the
Power of the spirit
Gba gudu gba gudu
The evil spirit has taken over him
Gba gudu gba gudu
He needs to be baptized in a pool of
Palm oil
Gba gudu gba gudu

When you hear that sound
Gba gudu gba gudu
It is a warning to the strangers
Gba gudu gba gudu gba gudu
To stay away from dancing
Or your blood will be suck out
By the dancing spirit
Gba gudu gba gudu gba gudu.

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Passage to the dream world

Taking a nice deep breath, laying quiet on my soft bed.
Staring at the ceiling
As I flash back to the memories of the past.
While my passport has been stamped
by the spirit of sleep to go the land of dreams.

I landed in a place, beautiful and
I saw a door which leads to a place unknown,
A place unheard of
Try to open the door and peep, what await me there.
All I see is a place of dream
As I step my foot all I could do is to dream forever.

But I felt something strange
Something beyound this land of dream,
Something behind the door I peep through.
Tho I see my self out in the dreamland but
I see my soul leaving my body.

I got attracted to the thing of the world
And I sold my soul to the dream of this world.
Where will I find my soul
And I watch it float around like a balloon.

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