His heart wears gloom like an oversized agbádá, with fìlà abétí ajá- Fully cladded and adorned in it.
His brain cannot comprehend the battle being staged in his medulla, it aches with outerworldly intensity; a storm brews in his soul aggressively. His head? A mess! The violent rings in it would remind you of the fear invoking clangs of the Town Crier’s agogo 🛎 that pierces the dark, cold, eerie and death-smelling atmosphere the night before orò.. That which no woman must see; èwò àgbodò.. Abomination!!!!!
Ojú ń pón roro àfi bí eyin iná ojú’bo ògùn, a’ sì ma ta pàrà (eyes are as red as live coal at the shrine of Ogun, with glowing embers flying right out)
The legs wobble terribly, àfi bi kèké elému. Worse even.
Elédùmarè ooooo!! YOU own the man. YOU own his Life. Fix his soul. Purge him of this gloom. Why wait? Why?!! And if YOU won’t, send ikú to him, the ever loyal grim reaper. Kill him. Don’t watch him this way. He’s the epitome of shame. Ègàn! Haba! Ikú yá jèsín. Fix him or kill him!
🖋 Ola.
A peep into the world of an Aquarian 