Give me four black gongs (ding)
Two enchanted seashells(dong)
Mucus from a blind seer(ding)
For someone has died(ding).
Give me voodoo bowls(ding)
A sacred lyre(dong)
Give me nine stillborns(ding)
Venom from a mamba’s bite(dong)
To sing dark praises for Festus Iyayi (ding).
Give me leather bibles(ding)
To swear by crossroads(dong)
Give me holy water(ding)
To sprinkle on our famished roads(dong)
Give me fifty naira(ding)
To appease roadside tax-collectors(dong)
And preform dark rites for Festus Iyayi(ding).
Give me six black stones(ding)
And nine black birds(dong)
Give me three black cocks(ding)
Heads of female vultures(dong)
Shadows from a dark cloud(ding)
And I will resurrect the memory of Iyayi(dong).
Oh, the horror(ding)
The sheer idiocy(dong)
An unnecessary sacrifice(ding)
For their disobedience(dong)
Oh the blood gift(ding)
Black Jesus Christ(dong).
Prof. Iyayi was our literary group patron at Uniben.
In Pace Requisecant.