It is 2am in Osogbo,
And my bedroom has lost
It perpetual taste.
My feelings are distracted by mathematics;
But Ali Mola Ali dam dam.
At 2am in Osogbo;
A city that is not mine,
I am seated by the poolside with
My bottle of orijin to keep me original.
Reading the pool rules
That is never obeyed.
Should I pick up my key and drive away?
Forgive those who sinned against me?
Why should I take the gods jabs?
Would that make them xenophobic?
Why can't I sleep at 2am in Osogbo?