I know your name
Oceans roar on its invocation
Splashing salty soot at tall palms
Lions and tigers mellow
Granting amnesty to entrapped games
And the square Iroko ceases shelling appendages
The sacred floor maintained sparkling.
Who dares deny an elephant’s passage?
Only those with accessoried pinnae feign ignorance
Of the blaring horn of slowing trains
Even the blind gets the memo of threatening rain
I know the colour of your oriki
Its signature brightly burnt on hippocampus
With such ease and pleasure, hormones pumped
No amnesia could ever erase.