You Lost Me One Night In Benin. Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

I saw it six times
During the night
I saw it waking
I heard it sleeping
I sensed it dreaming
I was permeated completely
with the strange Ogbe myth
Of centre of Benin
And the weird dark myth
of Upper Sakponba
when morning came
I heard Upper Sakponba sneer
a hundred times
I heard Iwinosa made her
sinister come up
I was with Adesuwa in
her paranoiac fears
I rendered poetry with Kemistry
And shot up the rustlers
innumerable times
There is something to do
There is somebody to talk to.
In the head,
Everyone is guiltily quite
Nobody talks.
Benin can never see me again
Don't bother me
I am happy where I am.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu