Ogbamugbamu

…and so, I decided to post one more stanza of the #PraisesInOurMotherTongue Eulogy:
“Ogbamugbamu Oju Orin o se e ‘Gbamu”

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Ogbamugbamu

During the season of the rain,
I tried to hold You,
In the weak confines of my hands,
But I discovered that –

It was easier tying a rope,
Round the neck of the formless wind,
Than it was, grasping the hem,
Of your snowy garments.

Then, I stumbled upon how the gazelle,
Trained its feet to dance,
The swift dance of the air:
I learnt You were its Teacher.

Ogbamugbamu,
The firmament is beyond human grasp!

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