It is Monday (Oko Aje). Another sunny day. Ice on my cake. My Melanin still dark. Watching the world through a needle eye. But all eyes on me. Like a full moon in the sky. I can sky dive, with no fear, because my landing pad is the succulent breast of Mother Earth (Ile Aiye) full and gushing with the milk of life.
Orisa Oko Aje (wealth) walk with me, through this day. Ase!
Copied and pasted from from the lost verses of Odua Balogun Kakanfo (OBK)