Ogunu Diaries
Eii,eii, is it my own Ogunu you are talking about. The bravest of the brave. Ogunu whose mothers labour pains started at the first cry of thunder on the sacred market day Born to the most beautiful maiden, fourth wife of Ayite the hunter I have seen Ogunu and you have heard the stories The boy had a way with women even at a tender age I have seen Ogunu Bathing in the Ikeja river and I can speak of his manhood One that makes the gods proud. Amina I heard told Nazab that Ogunu was too much of a man for her Nazab and Ayina confessed the same I suspect his prowess is fading Aku and Sanem were not moved by their sessions Ogunu whose first cry was heard at the beginning of the rain storm. He must be brought forward. He must show us he his still a man without fermented palm wine He must show the gods still favour him Ogunu,Ogunu... Show your face