Orunmila the oracular voice in our spirits
has been silenced by Esu's virulent snore,
Esu is in a deep sleep; the kind that made
a legend of Jonah. Esu is no man.
Smear the tip of your tongue with
palmoil
And weep for Aurora, the cursed
Harlot-
Whose bosoms housed Ogun when
He visited Greece
Whose thirst for debauchery will never
cease-
Aphrodite the dawn-curser; your
tongue is bee!
My tongue; birthplace of ase,
Wake Esu from his slumber,
free Aurora from her curse, and
Let he who has no stone,
cast the first sin (at me).
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