ITA ALE – Akinbode Israel

ITA ALE.
( An open night market)
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The dark night walked among bats,
Birds resting their lungs after a wonderful balladry,
The calabash drooling white wine,
Slumbering trees watched, few leaves dropped.
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Atupa, the Moon’s bosom friend,
Gossiping how the sun missed;
Two young hands baking love,
The cool breeze their fire.
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Ita ale, a night where cowries die
For the goods the sun could not hawk,
The moon returned with a smiling tray,
All was sold.
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Ita ale, our legacy,
Her leaf must never wither,
Not in this century,
Nor to come.
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*Ita ale: An open market where petty goods are sold only at night.
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*Atupa: Local lamp
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AKINBODE ISRAEL (Winner CBPC002)

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