Musical Love
Musical love
Our love forged on the Mount Fuji
Dining, wining and dancing to the beats of Garbage Fuji
Many times shot were we with the film Fuji…
We sit crooning to the songs of apala
Where the drummer frenziedly beats the apala
Our dance steps perfect to the beat weren’t palapala…
And we also saw the need to sing our own juju
Stringing beats of love, people wondered we used juju
Young, old danced, fell in love – unscared of the ojuju…
We are not musically like Fela
But our love for good makes us Fela
We are nothing but jolly good fellas
Who will gleefully dance like Rockefellers…
The power of love will make you sufe
Like the days when our parents danced taka-sufe
And we near-nakedly played, hopped in turns at suwe
And innocently called all Hausas Sule…
I won’t leave you beloved – hence this waka
The song of mothers birthed from love, sang despite shouts of waka!
From neighbours, far and near, as they rock us to sleep – shaking their baka
To their own sonorous voices, with no instrument – unlike the commercial waka!
© YTC… ‘019
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