Fear pedal my heels to absconder
Slow down by the angry teeth of ocean grit
Crab, lobster, clam are no more here
They said to be hidden by the goddess
And replaced them with scourge of complexity

Is this Lagos Bar Beach that I know?
It is me the heir to your throne
Her ears are far away from my extolment
Xmas like many holidays I behold your generosity
Nowadays festivals are hidden in secret

The scientists are talking
Bragging confusion into our airwaves
Ocean surge is their terminology
This is not Olokun the Mother of all festivity I know
The unending enchantment of Eko cultures

Far away land I heard your pains
Bricks and stones fall beyond the trespassers
Churches like Babalawo and murderers
Have turned your breast to a pyramid of discontentment
Their soles have impure your shore with unclean spirits

Here my Olokun receive my sacrifice
I have come with a white garment, yam and pure cock
I praised you before I was born dreadlocks
Here I am again like the days of my mother
Dancing to the tempo of your doting strings

Here I am Olokun receive my sacrifice
I am from the lineage of Yeye Osun River
You and my Mother are childhood friend
Let your motherliness bring back
The playground of my childhood
So that I can be singing and playing on your arms again

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