I grew up to know;
That a pregnant woman mustn’t
be on street in the middle of a sunny day,
For the foetus her stomach houses might
be swapped for spirits from ancestral world.
That a grown up lad that bed-wets
should pay a twilight homage
to an upright tree
& twist butts in its presence.
That to trip over your left leg tells
/dooms/red light/misfortune/& bad luck/
&whenever I smash my right feet
o’er an hidden root,it’s positivity & goodluck.
That when a star rushes down
& vacate the sky,
it’s a proverbial way of telling
us ’bout the exit of an hero.
That ghosts find ways out of their graves
& come home each thursdays,visiting
their households & foods should either
be sprayed outside or placed in, uncovered !
That whoever urinates in river has
ignorantly dared Oluweri’s wrath
&attendees at his ceremonies shall
be drenched by violent downpour.
That mothers that die aren’t dead,
They loiter around,watching after their fruits.
That a sudden weird wave in the ear drum
is an evil call from the terrestrial world.
That if at once rain pours and
sun shines,it’s a technical way
of announcing the birth
of a Lion’s cub.
That if I pass through a graveyard,
I mustn’t breathe, so I would not
exhale fortune and inhale evil spirits
at the exchange of gas.
That if a child falls aback his
mother,she’s to run ’round the
market nakedly !
So she won’t mourn her child.
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