OKADIKPO

Okadikpo; ten have passed since your passing,  

Yet your household has known no peace.

Your Wife, Mgbafor has sought the comfort of all men

Who can grease her palms and thigh,

Your two daughters whom you paraded the village squares with

Referring to them as your olaocha and Olaedo,

One has taken to family way

When no man has dropped a palm wine keg in your compound,

And Amaka, the one who said she's God's gift to man,

Has taken to the streets and has become every man's lady.

Onochie; your son whom you spent your inheritance on

And sent him to Secondarii,

He now wears his trousers on his buttocks

And recently secured a room in the Whiteman’s cage,

Your struggles, Okadikpo has gone to the mud

And your good name can only be spoken of now in the dark and low tones

For your descendants have done nothing than soil your name