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Ada


Don't marry Yoruba men, they're demons, don't marry Hausa men, they're Suicide bombers, Don't marry an Igbo Men, they're ritualists
These statements and more are the different ways tribalism shows it's ugly head and this is one of the problems plaguing our Country.

Listen to what the amiable Poet LordJacobz has to say to Ada in his epistle.


My favourite line remains "we will build a bridge that connects Amala and Ogbono soup"
I think love don't really care?
What do you think?


Ada
Out in the middle of the orisun that connects the roaring rivers of Oduduwa, Oranmiyan and Obatala
Have I laid the ebo of my head as a sacrifice of cleansing
They say the sacrilege is grave

Ada
Like you,
I called the communion of ogun -the iron god
Sango-the thunder god and Esu -devil
As witnesses to my madness of love for you
As I unwrapped our throbbing hearts like Asaro from Erelu's pot

Ada
I told them of the strong force that glues our souls as one
I told them of the fertile years the birthed the bouncing love we share
I told them of the magic in your eyes like the little dot of black sand in Orunmila's hand that spreads through my head
I told them of the long roads that we shortened with the radiance of your tenderness

Ada
They asked me to which Kingdom you come
And when I told them you're from the east
Wan ni ewor ni
They said its a taboo
That who will cook the ewedu and obe atata when the gray heirs die
That who will teach Omo Oduduwa to kneel before ifa and swear not by ogun
and who will dance the banta and wear the aso oke
Or make the incantations when doom looms

Ada
I told them a new hen who knows it's house as been dragged by wings three times to the house
That we will walk through the path of Oduduwa like we knew it before
That the ogbono draws more than ewedu
And if ewedu is preferred, we'll practice it's medicine
That red caps with wrappers are adorable with eagles feather
That awon Omo, the children
Will dance the banta and dance the smoother ogene
And when the heirs are gray, they'll love both the ewedu as much as the ogbono

Ada
Your words I read are like wintered fear sipping into my veins
If you die who will bear the moonlight tales
Of our Silent night behind the iroko tree
Or tell of my jokes out in the full moon
Who will build that bridge that connects Amala and ogbono soup
Who will tell them that Chukwu is Olorun

Ada
The butcher will cut my head and offer it at orisun
Don't bother yourself replying
For when I get to the seat of the one who really sits watching
I'll watch you smile again
And love again
But remember
Live for Ade

From Ade



Jacob is a beautiful soul, little wonder his words melt our soul.
I was literary in tears after reading this... LOL

 Love beyond tribalism.

 You should follow him up for more of these;
@Lordsjacobz
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@Swiftpaperz.WordPress.com

Photocredit-Veralyn Chinenye.

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