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OLADUNWO : A Communal Rite In Okemesi Ekiti, By Raphael ‘Wumi Adeyanju

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest

In a mystic surmon of the gods
Ancestral spirits visit their kinsmen
Oladunwo gegelaso on a terrestrial voyage
In elegance, the celestial bond with the mortals in a communal rite

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Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

The velvet robbed masquerade
Body guarded by Gbadobiogan
A monstrous anthill in the Savannah
Shrieking iyekiye an assemblage of plumages
Wagging a tail from his hind head

Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
Dead ancestors and men congregate in our communal rite
Ojuotori my ancestors’ emmisary
A metaphor of human limitations
A man’s eyes ,never sharp enough to see his head

Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
Dead goats incarnating to talking drums
Alabaalegodan, terrorizing house head to tree top
Yet, dancing with scintillating rhythmic steps
Abilere in a warm embrace with mother earth

Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
The palace square turned to dancing for gods and men
Gbajero arise in a retributary posture
Hangs witches in the market square
Sembeleke, the dancing minstrel floating amidst jubilant children

Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
When the palace turned to dancing hall for gods and men
Gbajero arise in a retributory posture
Hanging witches in the market square
Sembeleke the dancing minstrel
Floating amidst jubilant children

Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
Oladunwo with the trembling voice unveils white chameleon before the king and nobles
Amidst an ocean of whip wielding hands
A gangling god among men in a communal rite
The final trek to igbale grove prompted in style and glamour

Koriko dide jo , Eruwa dide jo

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
Oladunwo a spectacle
Creating a path towards igbale grove
And throbbing drums alternate promise and threat
A delicate path to death or honour

Bo ba ku, egbe sonu, aiku, e fi joye

Let the sleeping grasses arise in a dance of the forest
Today in pomp we celebrate our august fellowship
Tomorrow, like it never was in igbale grove
Life and emphemerality of mortals revealed
Our spirits united in our welcome and parting

Loni ni mo, ki dola nigbo awo

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