Sango

Smoking from his mouth like
The blind cloud when the likes
Of the wind howl at her ear:
Venom of pleasant wears.

Eyes like an ember in its prime,
Tensed in red, beaten and heated overtime.
Capable of baking a cake:
An Oven of hand-less thought-less make.

Nose doing its owning part:
Dancing to the tune of the heart.
Like a coughing motioned vehicle,
Despising and appeasing the breeze's oracle.

Pushing forth his feet as tossed
By power: Wits flushed out through the hose
Of Humorous acts. Limb flowing
In the air, wasted in merring.

Exhibiting his innate foolishness,
Appraising his brain's weariness:
Whatever he intend, he did want to have,
Whether or not it'll come- Of course he'll starve.

Seeming as raw: the smoke from his
Mouth, greased in power and fixed
Constancy in misbehavior
Thriving throughout his misdemeanor.

'Eni ai ji ri, ai ji ko',
Sango goes always with his logo.
'Oloju Orogbo, Elereke Obi'
'S now, 'Oloju Igbo, Elereke Ibi'

The sango* we know smoked from inside,
But tis our Sango* smokes through a pipe.

Sango ooooo
Olukoso oo...
18: 04: 03: 07: 00

Note : An effort by the poet to compare a smoker to sango: a Yoruba dirty who releases fire through his mouth. The comparison is a mock of the former.