Whatever we tell ogbo, ogbo must hear Whatever we tell ogba, ogba must accept O east wind, come quickly, rise with the sun, Carry these words on swift wings to Omo Ade Wherever his head may lay; Let duty come before adventure And let the west wind bring him home Omo Ade ooo! Seven days after your departure, While our faces were still wet with tears We received some guests Strange men who told us they were friends of yours They brought us gifts, beautifully wrapped in the finest damask A place to rest their travelling feet Water for their faces and
By Lucille Clifton won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.