Fear pedal my feet to be absconder
Slow down by the angry teeth of ocean grit
Crab, lobster, and clam are no more here
They said to be hidden by the goddess
And replaced them with a scourge of complexity
Is this Lagos Bar Beach that I know?
It is me the heir to your throne
Her ears seem far away from my extolment
I behold your generosity in every festive season
Nowadays thousands of trips are unseen on your shore
The scientists are speaking gibberish
Dragging confusion into our airwaves
“Ocean Surge” is their scientific vocabulary
Is this not the Olokun mother of wealth and festivity that I know?
The unending enchantment of omo Yoruba
Far away land I heard echoes your pain
Bricks and stones fall beyond the trespassers’ heels
Wanderers like churches, babalawo, and miscreant
Have turned your shore into a pyramid of discontentment
Their soles have impure your shore with unclean spirits
Here I am Olokun receive my sacrifice
I have come with a white garment, yam and pure cock
I praised you before I was born with dreadlocks
Here I am again like the days of my mother
Dancing to the tempo of your doting strings
Here I am Olokun accept my sacrifice
I am from the lineage of Yeye Osun River
You and my mother are childhood friends
Let the fertility of your blue eyes bring back
The playground of my childhood again
So that I can be singing and dancing in your arms again
