The Oyimiyinu.

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The bull draws back not in fear
He does so to gather momentum
Not this misguided Adult spawn
Body of beasts, heart of the chicken
Stuck in constant dialogue with his feet
Poised to flee at the slightest ding
The brown-stained children run around screaming
            "KO JO BABA"

Virtuous, priceless, willed
Pillars of homes, steadfast and determined
Long lost only remembered  as  fluorescent myths
This same misguided adult seed,
lost at sea to the throes of passion.
Guided by the foreign torrents,
Beaten to subjection by peer will.
Alien winds, her desired companion
The brown-stained children holler
     "KO JO MAMA"

Clothed in Faux dignity,
Tongues led by otherworldly credos.
Ostracized from loving home,
Spat out by the harsh world.
Belonging  to no one but himself.
Child of himself-
THE OYIMIYINU




Yoruba:
Ko jo Baba-literally doesn't  resemble the father...
Ko jo mama-literally doesn't resemble the mother..

Idoma:
Òyimîyinu.-the child that birthed himself.Yes, that is proverbial:Meaning the child is different from the parents  usually in the negative terms.
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  1. UnknownMarch 13, 2020 at 5:47 AM

    A creative piece that exudes a blend of languages, and of course carries a message with multiple meanings. A mind blowing piece, I stan🙌

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  2. UnknownMarch 13, 2020 at 11:37 AM

    Extremely nice
    Love it
    Oyimiyinu

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  3. UnknownMarch 14, 2020 at 6:13 AM

    What a lovely piece

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