SONS OF ALÁGBÈDE by Biodun Alabi

Detail shot of hammer forging hot iron at anvil

We shall rise on this day To dance on this clay For we shall proceed to Àgbède shed And stop all ìfonáfonsu Let the women converge at the square Let them come with ògidì ògùrò Let them sing to us beautiful choruses With a blend of our ancestral dialect We shall dance to the rhythm… Continue reading SONS OF ALÁGBÈDE by Biodun Alabi