back corner of class
Scribbling left handed poetry on blank paper –
Save the school’s curriculum for later.
I am overflowing tales by moonlight
That informal education
trickling off the tip of my grandmother’s tongue
You’ll find my mother’s tongue here
A fast & fluent Yoruba
Crisscrossed in English
Hidden messages in prose & proverbs
Call it YORUBANGLISH
I am the miracle of melody
Nestled deep in the groove of rich highlife rhythm
A child of the marriage of hip-hop & afro beats
You can hear our voices
Pulsing beneath the skin of a talking drum
Commanding hips to move without caution
I am the sky-high gele-bold and beautiful
We redefine fashion
Wear our stories around our neck from our ears
So we never forget the voice of our ancestors
This HERITAGE
This heartbeat
This is who I am…
HERITAGE BANK… your Timeless Wealth Partner
THIS SPOKEN-WORD POETRY PIECE IS BY TITILOPE for HERITAGE BANK
Also Read:
- The Annual Cycle - by Obaika Ohimai
- My Best Friend - by Te Lil
- Stay Humble - Set Your Arrogance Aside | by Mhiz Boo Love
- Transcribe of A Million Pieces _by Jon Jorgenson
- Africa for Africa_by Chinedu Ihekwoaba
Team +Pinfoltd
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