Or that egg sauce garnished with carrot and green-peas.
Ogun will not eat that fruit salad buttered with cream
Or that pizza from the freezer;
That will obviously cause him jedi-jedi, a lover of the white bowl and not the bush.
Ogun is very angry o!
Because the food before him is not well pounded but stupidly spiced and smelling.
No palm oil to eat the roasted yam!
No palm wine to wet the hot iron, the staff of Ogun!
Ogun needs blood!
The blood Ogun needs is not only that of the ram's heart still pounding in the calabash of Ogun;
Ogun needs that of the leopard and the cheetah for a drink.
Ogun has began to dance, the dance of anger
Who can handle his wrath that wrought like a dancing fire.
Ogun needs dogoyaro in his ogogoro
No! Not that hopeless tea with milk and sugar inside.
Ogun is smiling!
Because his food inside the calabash is red.
Ogun is frowning
What has happened again this time?
He ate from the calabash, the plate of the god's,
Yam boiled with sugar!
Ah! Tufiakwa!
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