This vituperation I spit today
A reminder of your yesterday
How you raped our culture
And sent us into eternal torture

Do you still remember the sacred temples?
That only allow clean hips and fresh nipples
Especially with a gate closed and locked
Till time-a-bound to be unlocked

Oh ye! Youthful lady in her prime
Who have tasted manhood when it's not yet time
Do you still remember the holy calabash
That split head shatter to a potash

Can you still claim a-wanna-be-angel
Perhaps it's now a story already foretell
Do you still remember the story of Àwèrò
Sísì-Ólòmóge in the society that forgot her row

How her buttocks tickle man's prick
Awakening that dead long stick
But was sentenced to forever exile
To a journey of far distance eight-mile

For romancing the taboo of our ancestor
That has been our driver and conductor
Alas! You still claim clean
Of a road to your womanhood narrow and lean

Then come along with us as the next Àrùgbàà
If unclean then face the wrath of Ígbaàà
The gods have spoken
And have given us their little token

For the next abundant odùn isùù
A new Àrùgbàà must taste the first isùù
If holy then we shall eat for the next decade
Alas! If unholy, we shall wallow into suffering arcade

Hear oh ye Òmìdán
In Yoruba word I say "mase s'arán"
Bask in the glory of your dignity
So as not to pound yam in futility

This Ìgbàà I send you today a-warning
Sleep not and stop the yearning
Romance not the traditional taboo
Lest we make you eat grass like "Malùù"

Ultimate search for a new Àrùgbàà has begun
And we shall search under this earthly sun
Remain strong till we point you
While we seek a dignified lady a-new

 © HERCULE (21st Century Storyteller)

This poem was inspired by Ikoko-Akufo of Beautiful Nubia and Tunde Kélàni "Àrùgbàà"