Poetry: Adigun by Yossie Paul

Scattered birds are recollected at the sound of your name:

Adigun—son of the soil.

Women
trace your name in the sand and sing
your praises.

Upon pouring your name into the calabash and placing it above their heads, the sun blinks.

Adigun gbangba, Adigun ribiti—
you were born to be worshipped.

Did your mother ever tell you that when night falls,
the word that is your name becomes the balm of fiery hearts?
— Yossie Paul

Source: Yossie Paul, 2014. Permission obtained from author. All Rights Reserved.

Image: TY Bello.